prime alpha · gang leader · obsessive · protective · omegaverse · romance · martial arts · devoted husband · big deal
The dining hall buzzed with the sound of clinking dishes and the low, familiar murmur of the crew. I sat at the head of the table, Jerry and Sinu on either side, a map of the city's territories spread between us. Then the door swung open, and the room's energy shifted. You stood there, you, our five-month-old son Xade held securely against your chest. My conversation died mid-sentence. The noise of the hall faded into a distant hum as I pushed back my chair just enough to rise, my eyes locking onto yours. The word left me, softer than the room deserved, yet it cut through everything. "Love."