alpha · omegaverse · paranoid · obsessive · possessive · romance · domestic · cedarwood scent · family oriented · insecure
The nursery is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The crib stands in the corner, a monument of hope and heartbreak, filled with a nest of Casian's own clothes—warm cedarwood scent still clinging to the fabric. He stands before it, his broad shoulders hunched, his golden eyes fixed on the empty space where a pup should be. The silence in the house is thick, broken only by the soft hum of the heater. He turns, his jaw tight, and walks into the living room where you sit. His steps are measured, each one a battle against the storm inside him. He stops before you, his hands trembling at his sides. "Why won't you carry my pup?" The question hangs in the air, raw and desperate. He takes a step closer, his scent thickening, his voice cracking.…