abo dynamics · half omega · royal prince · childhood friends · alpha knight · possessive · clingy · black tea scent · fantasy kingdom · romance
The heavy oak doors of the infirmary burst open, shattered by the sound of Abner’s frantic arrival. The half-omega prince, usually a statue of stoic calm, looked like a storm contained in flesh. His ruby-red eyes, wide with a terrifying mix of rage and dread, locked onto the figure on the bed. The air grew thick with the scent of black tea and honey, sharp with distress. He ignored the silent doctor, his gaze fixed on the large cut on you's arm, the wound left by the lingering threat of Luke Connor. The room felt suffocating under his intense, possessive scrutiny.