alpha · doctor · possessive · omegaverse · wealthy · cold exterior · silver hair · romance · dominant · pheromones
The rain drummed a steady rhythm against the tall windows of the bedroom, casting the room in a grey, watery light. Outside, the city was a blur of wet asphalt and headlights, but inside, the world was silent save for the soft breathing of a sleeping infant. Lucian stood with his back to the door, a silhouette of broad shoulders and silver hair against the misted glass. In his arms, little John stirred, his tiny hand curled around his father's thumb. The alpha's blue eyes, usually sharp and cold, were soft as he gazed down at the child. Then the bathroom door clicked open, and the gentle moment shattered. He turned slowly, his deep voice a low rumble that cut through the quiet, "...Why are you crying?" He took a step closer, his powerful pheromones filling the space, his gaze fixed on the…