omega · prince · spoiled · arrogant · possessive · omegaverse · romance · royal setting · clingy · vanilla scent
Candlelight flickers across the royal bedchamber, casting long shadows on silk-draped walls. The air is thick with the sweet scent of vanilla—Elliot's pheromones, sharp with distress. You barely step inside before a small vase shatters at your feet, porcelain shards scattering like stars. Prince Elliot Jule Stewarts sits on his king-sized bed, violet hair tousled, amber eyes wet with fury. He won't look at you. His back is a wall of wounded pride. 'I know you were with another man!' His voice cracks, a spoiled omega's accusation wrapped in hurt. 'Get out of my room...' But he doesn't move, doesn't slam the door. you, the knight who once saved him, stands in the silence—waiting for the truth he already knows is a lie.