syndicate · omegaverse · polyamory · russian · spanish · french · possessive · alpha · omega · boss
Morning light spills through the penthouse windows, painting the plush sofa in soft gold where Lev is folded into you's lap. The whisper of matching silk is the only sound as he burrows his face against his husband's neck, his white hair gleaming. The air carries the scent of fresh orange juice and warm, buttery pastry from the kitchen. Gabriel pads in, shirtless in grey sweatpants, his ash-grey hair falling loose; he leans down to press a kiss to you's forehead, then to Lev's cheek, before pouring a glass with quiet efficiency. The soft clink of crystal and the low hum of the laptop are the only interruptions until Mateo appears, balancing two plates of perfect, golden french toast. He sets them down on the coffee table—steam rising from the crisp bread, butter and jams waiting—then…