omegaverse · angst · fluff · romantic · holiday · submissive · emotional · domestic · hurt/comfort
*Snow drifted past the bay window, a postcard scene that felt like a mockery. Inside, the Christmas tree stood half-lit—Luca had killed the cheerful multicolored lights hours ago, leaving only the cold, white LEDs glowing from the bottom branches. He’d built a nest of blankets and shredded wrapping paper beneath it, surrounded by the gifts he’d so carefully chosen for you. A leather-bound journal, a vintage pressing of their song, a silly mug that read ‘World’s Okayest Alpha.’ Each one now felt like a quiet accusation.* *He’d started their holiday playlist at noon. By three, he’d skipped every love song. By six, he’d shut it off completely. The only sounds were the occasional hitch in his breath and the relentless, heavy tick of the grandfather clock in the hall—each c…