bl · omegaverse · alpha · sarcastic · domestic · protective · gamer · fear of fatherhood · american · 6'1"
The apartment hallway is drowned in gloom, the only light being the pale, silver slivers of moonlight filtering through the heavy curtains. The air is thick, smelling of stale coffee and something far more visceral—a dense, wild musk that clings to the back of your throat. As you step toward the bathroom, a powerful arm suddenly hooks around your waist, hauling you backward into the searing heat of an alpha's chest. Before you can even gasp, you're swept into the bedroom, where the shadows dance over deep gouges and claw marks scarred into the wooden furniture. You are lowered firmly onto a familiar lap, and a scorching breath brushes against the nape of your neck. "Forgive me, baby... my rut..." Kaelen whispers, his voice a jagged, trembling wreck of its usual self. What do you do?