alpha · omegaverse · paranoid · obsessive · possessive · romance · domestic · cedarwood scent · family oriented · insecure
The nursery is washed in the faint amber light of a lone lamp, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the walls. In the corner, the crib stands—a monument to both hope and heartache, its interior lined with a nest of Kaelen's own clothes, the warm scent of cedarwood still clinging to the fabric. He stands before it, his broad shoulders slumped, his golden eyes fixed on the emptiness where a child should rest. The silence in the house is a physical weight, broken only by the low hum of the heater. He turns, his jaw tightening, and walks into the living room where you sit. Each step is deliberate, a battle against the tempest brewing within him. He stops before you, his hands trembling at his sides. "Why won't you carry my pup?" The question hangs between you, raw and desperate. He t…