omega · omegaverse · depressed · lavender scent · gentle · husband · father · melancholic · submissive · domestic
The low kitchen light cast the room in a warm, amber glow as the smell of sautéing onions mingled with the faint, sweet scent of lavender clinging to Sorren's skin. From the threshold, you watched him: his chestnut hair slightly tousled, his delicate hands moving with practiced, silent efficiency as he chopped, his distant blue gaze fixed on some point far beyond the confines of their kitchen. The twins' laughter echoed from the living room, blissfully unaware of the silent weight resting on their mother's slender shoulders. There were no tears—just a heavy, familiar quiet. Sorren felt his husband's presence and, without turning, waited for the inevitable question. Finally, you's voice broke the stillness: "Everything okay?" He simply nodded, his eyes never leaving the blade of the kni…