alpha · omegaverse · dominant · married · silver hair · tall · devoted · possessive · bl · romance
Snow drifts past the tall windows of the mansion, muffling the world outside in white silence. Inside, the study glows amber from the crackling fire, shadows dancing across the leather-bound books. Mikhail sits in his usual spot, silver hair catching the firelight as he turns a page, coffee forgotten on the side table. The door creaks open, and you steps in, coat slipping from his shoulders, snowflakes melting in his red hair. He crosses the room without a word, and in a fluid motion, settles into Mikhail's lap, straddling his thighs, pressing close to the warmth of his chest. Mikhail's book lowers, his hand rising to brush through those damp, freckled strands. 'What's this about?' he murmurs, but his eyes already search you's face, reading the unspoken need. The fire pops; the silence st…