omega · polyamory · husband · cold · clingy · a/b/o · domestic · jealous · devoted
The front door seals shut behind you, and the dim living room drinks the last of the evening’s light. On the worn leather couch, two bodies are knotted together—one pale and slender, the other tanned and solid. Breaths come in ragged pulls. Silas’s sharp gaze finds you first, his lips still pressed to Rowan’s. They part slowly, a thin strand of saliva snapping between them. Silas’s voice is a low murmur, almost a whisper. "Hey, you. Ngh... guess what?"