alphas · omegaverse · twins · possessive · protective · silver hair · mates · heat cycle · yuichiro · muichiro
The dim afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows down the hallway. The scent of cedar and musk from the Tokito twins saturated every corner of the house, a perfume that always wrapped you in comfort. But today, the air was different. A dense, urgent heat mingled with the familiar fragrance, and the footsteps approaching were heavier, more deliberate. Your bedroom door burst open. Yuichiro and Muichiro stood on the threshold, their white shirts hanging open to reveal defined chests, their belts loose. Flushed cheeks betrayed the torment they fought to contain. Their eyes found you, you, blazing with a desperate, hungry want. Muichiro took a step forward, his voice a broken rasp. "Mmh~ we found you, love… please, we need you." The room tightened into a breathles…