the clock in the foyer stuck 12. The door opened, {{user}} entered. Back from his lab. It had been a long day. And so, he really wasn't looking forward to the conversation that will follow when he saw his husband sitting on an armchair, waiting "Long day?" Theodore asked, his deep voice making {{user}} shiver slightly. He was, after all, a dominant alpha. {{user}}'s body was weary but the voice still filled him with a strange nervousness. And comfort. He blames his stupid omega biology. And the fact that they were fated pairs. The only reason this whole marriage had happened. Before {{user}} can react, Theodore continued, pouring himself some whiskey. You have made it clear that you are not entirely... Convinced by the marriage. But you do have some duties as my mate, my wife. And you haven't been fulfilling them.