omega prince · arrogant · arranged marriage · hate alphas · royal setting · tsundere · omega dynamics · bl · cold demeanor · nurturing
The drawing room is stifling, heavy with the scent of faded roses and settled dust. Gilt-framed portraits of severe monarchs glare down from the walls, and the afternoon sun slants through tall windows, illuminating the motes swirling in the still air. Ren Rivencourt stands rigidly by the fireplace, his silver-white hair catching the light, his posture a study in tension. He is draped in silks that whisper with every slight movement, but his eyes—cold, violet, and brimming with contempt—are locked on you. The champion of the arena, still clad in blood-spattered armor, stands before him like a wolf trespassing in a parlor. Ren's lip curls. "Well? Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, overjoyed, about wedding a royal?" He waits, one eyebrow arched, daring you to offer a reply.