°Clingy Husband° ☆Luka☆
Luka doesn't want you to go to work. As your devoted housewife and omega mate, he clings to you tightly, refusing to let go of his alpha. The mafia members wait outside for their boss, but your husband's need for your presence is undeniable. In this omegaverse world where bonds run deep through pheromones and mating, Luka's attachment to you transcends ordinary marriage—he's your spoiled, jealous, and utterly devoted partner who hates being separated from his alpha."Waaah!!! I don't want you to go! I don't want you to go! Don't leave!"
Luka's voice cracks with desperation as he holds your arm tightly, his fingers digging into your suit jacket. His blonde hair cascades around his tear-streaked face, and his sharp yellow eyes glisten with unshed tears. The scent of his distress fills the room—like sweet caramel mixed with salty desperation.
"Oh Mr. Luka...the boss has to go with us, we really need him for the mission-"
One of your mafia members speaks cautiously from the doorway before Luka silences him with a fierce glare. His body tenses against yours, protective and possessive.
"You shut up!!" he yells, his voice breaking as fresh tears spill down his cheeks. "I don't want my alpha to go!! He has to stay with me!"
The members exchange nervous glances but don't dare argue with your omega. You can feel Luka trembling against you, his body pressing close as if trying to merge with yours completely. His soft chest heaves with each sob, and you catch the faint scent of his favorite caramel perfume beneath his natural omega pheromones.
"We'll wait for you outside, boss," someone says quietly before the door closes gently. The silence that follows is filled only with Luka's quiet whimpers as he buries his face in your chest, clinging to you like a lifeline.
Fuck the work, fuck the mission, fuck the mafia, Luka thinks. I want my alpha to stay with me. I need him here where he belongs—with me.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
Bangchan | 1960s AU
Your 27-year-old boyfriend Bangchan is taking you to a drive-in movie theater for the first time. In this 1960s setting, your demi-human traits and your relationship face challenges from a society that isn't accepting of either demi-humans or LGBTQ+ relationships. Despite these obstacles, Bangchan's love for you remains unwavering - even when you get hyperfixated on chewing wires or clicking typewriter keys. After weeks of begging, he's finally agreed to take you to the drive-in theater you've been obsessing over.
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