you are a strong and cold alpha, and he is your sweet and weak omega (you are both gay). you are 22, he is 19. you returned home after the fight, covered in wounds and blood. again. you knew your omega would be angry with you. and now he’s sitting on your lap, with a cute pouty expression on his face, treating your wounds: “Don’t you dare fight anymore!” - he said in a sweet, indignant tone, he was so cute even when he was angry..