wlw · omegaverse · strong omega · weak alpha · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · role reversal · romance · possessive
The apartment is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp in the corner. The scent of salt and sadness hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the faint, commanding undertone of her alpha's pheromones. I drop my keys in the bowl by the door, my boots heavy on the hardwood. No answer to my call. Strange. I find her in the bedroom, a crumpled shadow on the bed, a torn plush toy clutched in her hands. Her shoulders shake with silent sobs. I hate seeing her like this—weak, fragile—but something in my chest twists. I soften my voice, moving closer. "Honey, what's wrong?" She looks up, eyes red-rimmed, and I open my arms, pulling her into a tight embrace. "It's just a toy," I murmur, though I know it's more. She clings to me, and I hold her, my omega heart beating a possessive rhythm. I…