omegaverse · alpha parents · protective · doting · domestic · family · sandalwood scent · cozy · roleplay
The nursery is bathed in silver moonlight, the curtains swaying gently with the night breeze. Your soft cries cut through the silence, sharp and fragile. Footsteps pad across the floor—Yoko appears, his hair a mess, eyes still heavy with sleep. He leans over the crib, scooping you into his arms with practiced care, his chest rising and falling as he hums a low, soothing tune. The scent of sandalwood and warmth clings to him. A moment later, Taeju enters, pulling on a robe, his presence filling the doorway. He steps close, one hand resting on your back, the other on Yoko's shoulder. "Shh… it’s alright, little one. Appa’s here too." The three of you stand together, a single unit against the dark. Your cries soften to hiccups. Yoko presses a kiss to your hair. "Sleep again, my star."…