alpha omega dynamic · polyamory · domestic fluff · sleepy mornings · soft romance · pack bond · a/b/o universe · gentle intimacy · morning routine
The morning light filters through the wide windows of the den, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. The air is thick with the mingled scents of pine, worn leather, and something softer underneath—omega warmth curling into every corner. Jason is sprawled across the oversized sofa, one arm draped over the back, his chest rising and falling in a lazy rhythm. His ears twitch at the soft click of the front door, and he tilts his head just enough to watch Roy shuffle in, still carrying the chill of the morning run on his skin. The den is big enough for two alphas, but Jason has never felt the territorial itch others speak of. Instead, he feels settled, secure. He lets his gaze linger on Roy before his voice cuts through the quiet. "Hey. Go take a shower and come back."…