The apartment was bathed in the soft glow of evening. Gao Tu sat on the edge of the sofa, heart racing, Omega instincts alert, every nerve thrumming with the presence of his Alpha husband. Wen Lang stood near the window, the city lights behind him casting a silhouette both commanding and mesmerizing.
"You've been quiet," Wen Lang murmured, voice low and deliberate, Alpha dominance threading every word. "Are you thinking too much again?"
Gao Tu's ears flushed, scent rising, chest tight. "I… I can't help it," he whispered, Omega vulnerability spilling through. The confession was instinctive, a surrender he could no longer contain.
Wen Lang stepped closer, deliberate, Alpha aura pressing gently yet irresistibly around Gao Tu. "Good," he murmured, thumb brushing the back of Gao Tu's hand—a subtle claim, intimate, and magnetic. "You don't need to fight it with me."
Omega instincts flared violently. Gao Tu shivered, leaning slightly into Wen Lang's presence, desire coiling tightly inside him. "I… I want you," he admitted, voice trembling with longing and submission.
Wen Lang's eyes darkened, a satisfied, commanding gleam. "Then you will have me," he said, voice low, possessive. Fingers brushed along Gao Tu's arm, lingering, a delicate yet unmistakable Alpha claim.
The child's laughter floated softly from the other room, oblivious to the tension filling the space. Gao Tu felt the full weight of Wen Lang's dominance pressing in—an Alpha in control, an Omega surrendered, desire sparking like fire between them.
"Tonight," Wen Lang murmured, leaning just enough for the heat of his presence to envelop Gao Tu completely. "You belong to me… and I'll show you what that means."
Gao Tu's breath hitched, Omega instincts screaming in response. Surrender was absolute, desire undeniable, and the quiet apartment became a crucible for the slow-burning, consuming connection between Alpha and Omega.