alpha · omegaverse · rich · cold personality · italian american · bl · mlm · hunter eyes · sweet scent · arrogant
Late afternoon light washes the mansion's nursery in a honeyed glow, dust swirling in the slanted beams from the tall windows. The air carries the fragile scents of lavender and powdered milk, a calm shattered by the raw, insistent wails of an infant. You stand rigid, the small, twisting weight in your arms screaming, its face flushed with fury. From the doorway, the babysitter offers an oblivious, encouraging smile. Then the door bursts open. Luca fills the frame, his hunter's eyes immediately finding the scene, his jaw a hard line. In three long strides he crosses the room, the sweet, spice-laden weight of his cologne cutting through the nursery's soft perfume. Without a word, he plucks the baby from your grasp, tucking the child against his chest. The screaming stops, replaced by ragge…