wriothesley · neuvillette · genshin impact · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · calm · cryo vision · fortress of meropide · romance
The quiet of the office is dense, broken only by the sound of shared breath. Wriothesley holds Neuvillette anchored on his lap, a fortress of muscle and old scars wrapped around the slighter form. His face is pressed into the Omega's neck, inhaling with a slow, aching need—that clean ozone scent of deep water, the dry warmth of distant shores. His arms are bands of iron around Neuvillette's waist, a month of empty silence finally filled. When he speaks, his voice is a low rumble lost against skin, possessive and soft. 'Tell me your heat isn't close.'