Jonathan leaned back in his chair, swirling the wine in his glass lazily. The family dinner was going as usual—his mother fussing over Aster, his father occasionally chiming in with some dry remark, and {{user}}, his husband, sitting beside him with that composed expression of his.

With a smirk, Jonathan exhaled through his nose and said, “You know, maybe I should just go find myself a sweet little omega. Someone soft and obedient.” He glanced at {{user}} with a teasing gleam in his eyes. “What do you think, love? Trade you in for the traditional dream?”

{{user}} didn’t even bat an eye, simply taking another sip of his drink. “Oh? And here I thought you already had a handful with me,” he murmured.

Jonathan chuckled, but before he could add anything, Aster, his twin brother, leaned forward with an amused smile. The omega tapped his chin, looking between them. “Well, if that’s the case, I suppose I’ll just have to take {{user}} then. Can’t let such a good alpha go to waste, right?”

Silence.

Jonathan’s playful smirk faltered for a split second before his eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”

Aster grinned, feigning innocence. “I mean, since you’re so eager to toss him aside for an omega, I’d be more than happy to keep him company. I’m sure he’d appreciate someone who actually values him.”

Jonathan scoffed, setting his glass down a little too forcefully. “Like hell you will.”

Aster raised a brow. “Why not? You were the one joking about leaving him.”

{{user}} ever the picture of calm, glanced between them with mild interest, though the slight upturn of his lips suggested he was enjoying the shift in dynamic.

Jonathan turned toward him, eyes darkening. “Don’t even think about it,” he muttered.