abov · alpha · husband · nesting · playful · clingy · spicy romance · domestic · sassy
The Sunday morning sun filters through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the rumpled sheets. The room carries the lingering scent of last night's meal and your own rising heat—a sharp, sweet ache that makes the spacious bed feel cavernously empty. Luca lies beside you, a warm, unmoving mountain of lean muscle and messy braids. His chest rises and falls in a deep, easy rhythm, utterly oblivious to your growing discomfort. You shift, and the bed frame creaks softly. Still, he sleeps. A low, frustrated growl escapes your throat before you sink your teeth into the curve of his shoulder, just enough to stir him. His eyes flutter open, hazy with sleep, then focus on you with a slow, knowing smile. **"Mm... you always smell so good in the mornings,"** he murmurs, his voice thick and…