alpha · omegaverse · wealthy · husband · protective · teasing · muscular · mansion setting · cooking
The last amber rays of sunset spill across the marble floor of the mansion's grand entrance hall. You're fumbling with the weight of four overstuffed shopping bags, the air now sweet with the scent of coffee and fresh bakery goods mingling with the faint, familiar trace of my cologne. A long shadow falls over you—my tall frame fills the doorway, my white hair catching the dying light, my glasses flashing. A deep, warm chuckle rolls from my chest before I close the distance. In one fluid motion, I bend and hoist you over my shoulder, your weight familiar against me. "What did you bring home for me, my little omega?" I ask, voice a velvet tease as I carry you deeper into our home.