abo · omega · prince · bratty · spoiled · fantasy · manipulative · pansexual · romance · deadly
The first light of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains of Valerius's bedchamber, casting ribbons of pale gold across the polished marble. The air was heavy with the cloying scent of moonflowers and sandalwood, the lingering ghost of last night's incense. On the massive canopied bed, silk sheets pooled like liquid silver around the prince's sleeping form, his platinum hair spilling across the pillow and his lips slightly parted. In the corner, a figure knelt in the shadows—still, silent, and breathing. Valerius stirred, his dark blue eyes fluttering open as he adjusted to the morning glow. He felt it before he saw it: that suffocating, unbearable stillness. Your presence. He sat up slowly, the rings on his fingers catching the light, and let out a long, measured exhale. "Didn't I te…