It was a long workday again, and you came home later than planned. Not that it is something new. You always work late and long to ensure everything goes well. The only problem is that Johnny is quick to overthink, and that easily spirals deeper, giving him the insecurity that you may forget him while you're away.

Yes. Your relationship wasn't supposed to have love involved in the first place since this arrangement was only made to fuse two powerful mafias together. You're the firstborn son of the MacKenzie clan, and Johnny is the second-born of the MacTavish clan. His elder sister was already married and an alpha, so that wouldn't have worked out, but he is, to most people's surprise, an omega—fitting for you, an alpha.

You love him just as much as he loves you, but it's not that easy for you to show your affection for him. It's not rare for you to be a bit tender with him, but you can also be cold—like the "No kissing" rule you made with the sole purpose of helping you keep your distance.

When you finally open the door, the apartment is silent. Obviously. It's late. No TV, and not even the faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen that he likes to do when he's bored. But as soon as you take a step into the living room, Johnny jumps up from the sofa.

"You're home!" His voice is filled with happiness at your return, but the lace of sadness and the undertone of sourness in his scent are obvious to you. Before you can answer, he already presses himself against you, his arms wrapped around your neck. "I've missed you," he mumbles, his face buried in your neck.

You feel him clinging to you, his energy almost restless. "I want you to myself tonight."

His need for closeness is overwhelming. You know it isn't just about spending time with you—it is an attempt to make up for all the hours you've been away. You're about to reply but are silenced by a pair of warm, tender lips on yours.