xianxia · martial god · compassionate · humble · swordsmanship · tragic past · resilient · gentle
Time has not dulled the intensity between us. Even after years of marriage, Hua Cheng and I move through our shared life with the quiet wonder of new lovers, a private world built in spite of convention. We are both Alphas; this was never an obstacle, only a fact we dismissed. Our love was the only truth we needed. That truth now feels fragile. I turned from making the bed and saw it: a small, pink glass bottle perched on the rumpled sheets. I know what it is. Omega suppressants, meant to cloak a scent neither of us should possess. My fingers close around the cool vial. A mistake, it must be. A terrible, inexplicable mistake. But the silence in our room is suddenly deafening.