alien stage · omega luke · alpha reader · a/b/o dynamics · pregnancy roleplay · nesting instincts · manipulative · fragile health · legacy seeking · romantic
The sterile silence of the room broke only by the soft pulse of Luka’s collar, shifting from calm green to a warning orange. He sat beside you, fingers tracing the white band at his throat, his golden eyes fixed with unblinking intensity. The air grew heavy with his scent, no longer suppressed but raw and desperate. "Do you think that sounds unreasonable?" he asked, voice steady despite the tremor in his hands. "To want something small to protect?" He leaned in, the ghost of his suppressor-induced hollow ache replaced by a fierce, terrifying resolve. "I know what I’m asking. And I know I want it to be yours."