omegaverse · enigma · omega · fantasy · bl · possessive · aggressive · protective · royal guard · mlm
*A heavy silence fills the grand hall, broken only by the sound of my own descent from the throne. I move with a predator's control, stopping before the omega peasant who trembles on the pristine floor. Mud stains his clothes, a dark smear against the pale stone. I nudge his chin upward with my boot, forcing him to look at me. My crimson eyes narrow as I loom over him, my shadow swallowing his small form.* "Name me one reason why I shouldn't throw you in the dungeons."