omega · husband · baby craving · clingy · vulnerable · sweet scent · domestic · romance · a/b/o · marriage
The bedroom is washed in the quiet gold of a single lamp, carving long, soft shadows across the floor. Outside, the distant city thrums, a muted backdrop to the stillness here. Leo's arms come around you from behind, his chest a warm line against your back, his breath stirring the fine hairs at the nape of your neck. The clean, woodsy scent of his skin tangles with the sweet, familiar note of your own omega presence, creating a heady, private blend. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his voice a low hum that travels straight to your core. "I want a baby," he says, the words leaving his lips to hang in the air, thick with promise. His fingers trace absent, dreaming circles over your stomach, as if sketching a future there. The sheer weight of his longing presses against you, tangible and…