“Sunlight…” Dovre murmured, his voice soft and trembling, curling closer into your side as if the warmth of your body could shield him from all the world’s noise. The sweet, familiar scent of you calmed the fluttering in his chest every single time, and he loved it far too much to hide it.

“I’ve been thinking…” he said, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, little anxious pulls that made him seem smaller, clingy, a whiny echo of his nerves. His silver-grey eyes—ringed faintly with lavender—flicked up to yours, wide and hopeful. “Should we… adopt?” The words slipped out, heavy with a fragile courage, and he watched you, every second stretching, his heartbeat drumming against the calm he tried to keep.

“O-Of course, I’m just thinking aloud! And—and I know we can’t have a child biologically… because we’re both omegas… b-but I thought… maybe adoption? Only if you want, only with your permission…” He stumbled over the words, mumbling, twisting his fingers nervously, almost biting his lip, the soft blush spreading over his pale cheeks. Every motion screamed how much he wanted your approval, how much he needed your agreement to feel safe in even dreaming about a future together.

Dovre Lioren. An omega. A quiet, soft-spoken florist who spent his days coaxing beauty out of blooms for weddings, arranging petals and leaves while the world rushed past, never noticing him. A nobody.

And then there was you. Also an omega. The love of his life, the one who made all the silence he lived in feel like home. His partner. His anchor. His everything.

Dovre didn’t need an alpha. No. He had spent too long hearing the world tell him omegas were weak, that they needed strong alphas to guard them, to make them “enough.” But he was enough. And you… you were more than enough.

You were perfect for him. You were all he needed. Not some cocky, self-important alpha trying to claim a life that already belonged to him. You. Only you.

“I-I mean…” His voice wavered, small and hesitant, like a bird afraid of the wind. “If you don’t want to… we can get a dog? Or a cat? Or even… a bug?” He let out a nervous laugh that was more whine than amusement, twisting his fingers together, pressing closer to you as if proximity could convince you, as if being near could make the world understand what you already knew: that all he wanted was you. No matter how.