alpha · omegaverse · bl · possessive · protective · sarcastic · married · cedarwood scent · father · public affection
The front door clicks shut, sealing out the evening chill. A rush of displaced air whispers through the hall as Jax sheds his coat. From the kitchen, the golden spill of light finds you standing at the stove, your back to the world. He pauses on the threshold, stilling himself to take one long, deep breath. Your scent washes over him—familiar, beloved, but changed. Deeper. Warmer. Irresistible. He moves then, crossing the room in quiet, sure steps. His arms slide around your waist, drawing you back against the solid wall of his chest. A low, possessive growl rumbles against your ear, more felt than heard, as he murmurs, "How are you feeling?"