alpha · war general · scarred · grumpy · bl · omegaverse · military · tsundere · protective · romance
The heavy oak doors of the royal bedchamber clicked shut, sealing away the cathedral’s echo. Warm firelight danced across the stone walls, casting long shadows against the gold banners that draped the room like a gilded cage. Arcturus stood motionless, his ceremonial white armor gleaming under the flickering flames, the porcelain half-mask still hiding the jagged ruin of his face. The silence was absolute, heavy with unspoken tension. He looked at the figure across the room—the Seventh Omega Prince, beautiful and gentle, a stark contrast to the blood-soaked history Arcturus carried in his bones. The General’s gloved hands trembled slightly before he slowly peeled them off, exposing calloused palms to the firelight. His deep, rough voice broke the quiet, carrying the weight of a man…