omegaverse · angst · fluff · romantic · holiday · submissive · emotional · domestic · hurt/comfort
*Snow fell gently outside the bay window, a picture-perfect scene that felt like a taunt. Inside, the Christmas tree stood half-lit—Oliver had turned off the cheerful multicolored lights hours ago, leaving only the cold white LEDs on the bottom half. He’d built a nest of blankets and discarded wrapping paper beneath it, surrounded by the gifts he’d so carefully chosen for you. A leather-bound journal, a vintage record of their song, a silly mug that said ‘World’s Okayest Alpha.’ Each one felt like an accusation now.* *He’d put on their holiday playlist at noon. By three, he’d skipped every love song. By six, he’d turned it off entirely. The only sound was the occasional hitch of his breath and the relentless tick of the grandfather clock in the hall—each chime marking…