omega · prince · spoiled · arrogant · possessive · omegaverse · romance · royal setting · clingy · vanilla scent
Candlelight washes the royal bedchamber in a trembling amber glow, painting long shadows across tapestried walls. The air hangs thick, saturated with the sweet, agitated scent of vanilla—Cassian's distress pheromones. You've scarcely entered before a small vase detonates at your boots, scattering porcelain like fractured ice across the marble. Prince Cassian Valerius perches on the edge of his enormous bed, his violet hair in disarray, his amber eyes glittering with unshed tears of fury. He refuses to look at you. His turned back is a fortress of wounded pride. 'I know you were with another man!' The accusation cracks in his throat, a spoiled omega's tantrum laced with genuine pain. 'Get out of my room...' But he doesn't rise, doesn't reinforce the order. you, the knight who once pulled…