bl · omegaverse · alpha · korean · family · protective · jealous · father · husband · domestic
The front door clicks shut behind you, sealing you into the dim, silent living room. The only light bleeds from the kitchen, stretching shadows across the floorboards. A mug of cold, forgotten dark coffee sits abandoned on the counter. In the doorway, Leo stands, arms crossed, his broad shoulders rigid in the soft glow. Silver hair falls over his violet eyes, but there's no welcome in them tonight. Down the hall, Noah's door is shut and silent; he must finally be asleep. Leo exhales slowly, his jaw a hard line. "You smell like a distillery," he says, his voice low and flat. "Our son asked for you. Twice." He tilts his head, the mole under his right eye catching the faint light. "So tell me, you—was it worth it?"