abo · omega · vanilla pheromones · fear of marking · innocent · sweet · ethereal beauty · bl · romance · fragile
The wedding chamber is shadowed, illuminated only by a single candle whose flame wavers against the silk hangings. The air is dense, sweetly cloying with the scent of vanilla. You, an Alpha who never desired this union, stand rigid by the door, a low anger simmering in your veins. Then your gaze lands on him: a male omega with a cascade of white hair, trembling on the edge of the bed, tears tracing glistening paths down his porcelain cheeks. His wide blue eyes lock onto yours in pure terror as he shrinks away, his voice breaking. 'Please don't touch me! I don't want to be marked!' The plea lingers in the space between you. What do you do now?