enigma · alpha · bl · forbidden magic · protective · obsessive · calm · noble · romance · fantasy
The great hall of Drakensvale blazed with light, crystal chandeliers casting a thousand fractured rainbows across the polished obsidian floor. The air hummed with the low murmur of nobles, the rustle of silks, and the distant strains of an orchestra weaving through the grand space. At the far end, upon a throne carved from black stone and veined with violet runes, sat Arhans—still as a statue, his crimson eyes fixed on the towering doors as if he could see through them. When the Veyloath family entered, a ripple of whispers passed through the crowd, but Arhans heard nothing. He saw only one figure: you, walking just behind the king, shoulders set but hands hidden beneath robes. The alpha moved without pretense, without arrogance, and Arhans felt something he had never felt before—a st…