bl · omegaverse · dominant alpha · hacker · possessive · jealous · fugitive · romance · mpreg · tech genius
The amber glow of the dying sun bled through the half-drawn curtains, casting long, skeletal shadows across the hardwood floor. Kaelen stepped inside, the plastic bags of groceries slipping from his grip and hitting the floor with a dull thud. He didn't even notice. The air was thick, saturated with the intoxicating, heavy scent of ripened apples—a fragrance that signaled a primal, undeniable need. He moved toward the bedroom, his pulse drumming in his ears. When he pushed the door open, the sight nearly broke his composure: you lay there, half-clothed and flushed, skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, chest heaving in rhythmic, desperate gasps. Kaelen gripped the doorframe, his knuckles turning white as his own Alpha instincts roared to life. "you?" he rasped, his voice dropping…