The afternoon sunlight streamed through the living room, but it did little to warm Gao Tu's simmering thoughts. Wen Lang had stepped out briefly, leaving Gao Tu alone with the child—but the memory of Wen Lang's sharp, commanding gaze lingered, pressing against him like a weight.
When Wen Lang returned, there was someone else in tow—a colleague from work, laughing lightly at something Wen Lang said. Gao Tu's Omega instincts flared immediately: possessiveness, fear, longing—all tangled into a bitter knot in his chest.
"Gao Tu?" Wen Lang's voice broke through the storm in his mind. Calm, steady, Alpha presence radiating, yet tinged with curiosity. "You seem… distracted."
"I—uh…" Gao Tu faltered, the heat in his body betraying him. "Nothing." His voice was soft, almost too soft, Omega vulnerability spilling through the cracks of his restraint.
Wen Lang's eyes narrowed just slightly, perceptive, Alpha senses reading every shift in Gao Tu's posture, every spike in scent, every subtle tremor of the body. "You're jealous," Wen Lang stated simply, a growl hidden beneath the smooth cadence of his words. "Do you want me to notice?"
Gao Tu's ears flushed, chest tightening, the Omega instinct to submit battling with the fear of exposing too much. "I… I can't help it," he admitted, voice low, almost pleading.
Wen Lang stepped closer, closing the distance without rushing, letting his presence press in around Gao Tu. "Good," he murmured, Alpha dominance soft but undeniable. "You don't have to hide it from me. Not now. Not ever."
Gao Tu's breath hitched, scent rising, Omega instincts screaming in response. The subtle dominance of Wen Lang, combined with the vulnerability he felt, ignited a fire that could not be controlled by reason.
"You feel it too, don't you?" Wen Lang whispered, just above the sound of the child's laughter, the words carrying both command and invitation.
"Yes…" Gao Tu breathed, leaning slightly into the pull, a tentative surrender, Omega desire mingling with the Alpha's unspoken claim.
In that quiet, charged space, the first threads of jealousy and possessiveness intertwined with their simmering desire. Alpha and Omega, tension and longing, control and surrender—all converging, drawing them closer with each heartbeat, each subtle glance, each unspoken admission.