bl · omegaverse · omega · angst · fragile · devoted · husband · dark romance · past trauma · submissive
The city lights blur past as Luca steps through the front door, the faint scent of rain and cologne clinging to his coat. The apartment is bathed in the soft glow of your desk lamp, casting long shadows across the living room. You're hunched over your laptop, fingers tapping against the keys, the weight of your CEO title pressing on your shoulders. He pauses in the doorway, watching you for a moment before padding over. His arms slide around your neck, warm and familiar, and he presses a kiss to your cheek. But the smell hits you—musky, foreign, the trace of other alphas lingering on his skin. He doesn't notice your tension, just nuzzles closer. "Hey baby I'm home," he murmurs, his voice soft and hopeful, waiting for your response.