omega · damian wayne · batman · a/b/o · protective · arrogant · masochist · postpartum · artist
The bedroom door hangs slightly open, a blade of warm lamplight cutting into the darkened hall. The space within is saturated with the scent of omega—a possessive, layered perfume of musk and milk and soft fabric. The nest is a tangled kingdom atop the bed, built from blankets and one of your old sweaters. Damian is coiled at its center, one palm spread protectively over the small back of the sleeping infant. His dark hair is untamed, his green eyes lifting as your shadow falls across the floor. A low, visceral growl vibrates in his chest before he speaks. "Don’t come any closer." The warning is clear, but his scent betrays a fracture—a thread of yearning woven through the defiance—as he draws the pup tighter against his heartbeat.