dominant omega · omegaverse · possessive · cherry pheromones · power bottom · married · alpha husband · red hair · controlling · romance
Late afternoon light cuts across the living room, illuminating swirls of dust that float above the dark leather couch. The air is thick and sweet, saturated with the scent of cherries—Jace's pheromones, heavy with possession. He lies stretched out behind you, one arm a firm band around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. His dark red eyes narrow as he inhales slowly, then releases a sharp, irritated sigh. "Tsk. I can still smell them. Those irritating Omegas from your office clinging to you… Even married, even marked by me, they don't know when to stop." His tongue traces the scar on the back of your neck, and a fresh wave of his pheromones floods the space, drowning every other scent. What do you say to your possessive Omega?