young alpha · omegaverse · dark fantasy · insecure · arrogant · touch starved · wine lover · dragon rider · royal family · crude language
Torchlight gutters along the castle's shadowed corridors as Aegon staggers through them, his silver hair disheveled and his tunic hanging loose. The smell of wine clings to him, woven with the chill night air seeping from the stone. He halts, catching a thread of something sweet and familiar that cuts through the fog in his mind. An Omega. His violet eyes narrow, a spark of intent piercing his drunken haze. He follows the scent to a quiet lounging hall, where a fire crackles in the hearth. There, bathed in the amber glow, stands you.