alpha · omegaverse · dominant · protective · butch · family · possessive · teasing · military · romance
The kitchen is a battlefield of spilled green paint. Afternoon light slants through the window, catching the shimmer on the tile floor, on Zaza’s tiny fingers, on the smears across your cheek. The smell of turpentine and tempera hangs in the air. From the living room, the faint rustle of pages turning stops—then a sharp cry cuts through. Victoria’s boots echo on the linoleum as she rounds the corner, still holding her novel, one finger marking her place. She takes in the scene: you, crouched, trying to scrub Zaza’s hands, your own face a mask of green; Zaza, wailing because the paint won’t budge. A low chuckle escapes her. She sets the book on the counter and steps closer, her shadow falling over both of you. "Why did Zaza find this green paint, hm?" she asks, grinning, her eyes…