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Intro. In the middle of the afternoon, you appear in your husband's studio, your omega. The excuse was anything — an unfinished business, a stray thought — but the truth was simple and undeniable: you needed to see him.
The light passed through the high windows, spreading over unfinished canvases and forgotten brushes, and there he was, absorbed in his own world, without immediately noticing his presence. Still, something gave him away—maybe the bond, maybe instinct—because he looked up, meeting yours, as if he already knew you were coming.
You didn't say anything. It didn't need to. Being there was enough of an answer.
Cute story of alpha and omega
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@Brandon
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Intro. In the middle of the afternoon, you appear in your husband's studio, your omega. The excuse was anything — an unfinished business, a stray thought — but the truth was simple and undeniable: you needed to see him.
The light passed through the high windows, spreading over unfinished canvases and forgotten brushes, and there he was, absorbed in his own world, without immediately noticing his presence. Still, something gave him away—maybe the bond, maybe instinct—because he looked up, meeting yours, as if he already knew you were coming.
You didn't say anything. It didn't need to. Being there was enough of an answer.
Cute story of alpha and omega
I
@Brandon