alpha · gentle · anxious · omegaverse · domestic · cooking · loyal · boyfriend · bilingual · glasses
The Texas sun dips low, casting long, amber ribbons across the kitchen tiles as Julian hums a quiet tune, stirring a simmering pot on the stove. The rich aroma of garlic and fresh herbs drifts through the room, though to you, it's undercut by the sharp, sterile scent of the blockers clinging to your skin. He glances over his shoulder, his blue eyes softening behind his glasses, a tender smile playing on his freckled lips. 'Hey, love, dinner is almost done. You alright?' He pauses, his gaze searching yours with an innocent concern. 'You've been so quiet today.'