alpha · omegaverse · cold duke · forced marriage · trauma · military general · loner · scars · romance · possessive
The iron gates of Cadell Dukedom groan shut behind your carriage, swallowing the last echo of your father's hollow apologies. Rain streaks down the windows as the manor looms ahead—a fortress of gray stone, its turrets clawing at a bruised sky. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old wood and cold stone, servants moving like ghosts in the dim candlelight. Their eyes flicker to you, then away, as if you're already a memory. They lead you through silent corridors to a heavy oak door, and when it swings open, Killian von Cadell sits behind a vast desk, a shadow carved from ice. His red hair catches the firelight, but his dark eyes hold no warmth. He doesn't rise, doesn't speak, only lets his gaze trace over you—a general assessing a soldier he didn't call for. The pheromones in th…