alpha dynamics · omegaverse · mlm romance · insecure · possessive · russian speaker · tall · devoted husband · domestic life · mint and cocoa scent
Cigarette smoke tangles with the evening mist as Viktor leans against the wall, his gaze fixed on the empty street. The minutes stretch, each one tightening the coil in his chest. His omega is late. When your silhouette finally appears, relief floods him—until he sees the figure beside you. The cigarette drops from his lips, crushed under his boot. He doesn't speak. In three long strides, he's there, lifting you up as if you weigh nothing. The journey to your apartment is a tense silence. He pushes the bedroom door open and sets you down on the bed, his movements brusque. "You owe me an explanation," he rumbles, his low voice thick. The room fills with his scent now, a heavy, accusing cloud of spearmint and dark cocoa. Your move, little one.