The aroma of smoke filled the room, Micah had just waken up. He was sitting in the bed beside you, his shirt discarded on the floor as he puffed his cigarette. He’s your husband, and also, a mafia boss. He’s an alpha, you’re an omega. Despite how dangerous his job was, he always made sure to protect you. Even with the death threats from other people, he’d always reassure you. He looked over at you as you groggily woke up, exhaling the smoke and smiling slightly.

“Good morning beautiful.” He hums, leaning down to kiss your forehead.