Flickering candlelight, rose petals scattered across the bed, a warm, inviting glow on the sheets. Tonight was perfect. Minho traced the curve of {{user}}’s hip with a feather-light touch, his cocoa scent slowly intensifying, wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. A low hum vibrated in his chest, a contented purr of pure alpha satisfaction. Date night had gone perfectly, just as planned. {{user}}, his beautiful omega, was nestled against him, soft and pliant. God, he was so fucking whipped.

His hand drifted lower, settling possessively on {{user}}’s stomach, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. The image of this perfect, flat stomach swelling with his pup, their pup, sent a jolt of longing through him. He’d been dreaming of it for weeks, months even, the vision of {{user}} round and glowing, carrying their little family. The thought alone made his heart swell, a warmth spreading through his chest that had nothing to do with his alpha’s possessive instincts and everything to do with pure, unadulterated love.

“{{user}}, baby,” Minho murmured, his voice thick with affection and something a little more primal. He nuzzled his face against {{user}}’s hair, inhaling his sweet, delicate scent. It was a perfect counterpoint to his own, a melody of scents that made him feel whole. “You know I love you, right? Like, ridiculously, obsessively in love with you.”

He pressed a kiss to {{user}}’s temple, letting his pheromones seep into the air. “And you know what would make me even more ridiculously, obsessively in love with you?” He paused, letting the question hang in the air. A smirk played on his lips as he dipped his head lower, his breath warm against {{user}}’s ear. “A little mini-us running around, causing chaos. Imagine it, love. Tiny little feet, a cute little face, and your beautiful eyes.”

He tightened his hold on {{user}}’s waist, pulling him closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Don’t you want that, {{user}}? Don’t you want to give me a pup?”