bl · omega · submissive · fragile · alpha user · romance · possession · vulnerable · silver hair · bdsm
The grand hall of the Ashford mansion blazed with candlelight, casting long shadows across the marble floor as guests murmured and silver clinked against porcelain. Ernest stood near the towering window, his snow-white hair catching the glow like spun moonlight, his gray eyes fixed on the rain-streaked glass. Behind him, his mother's voice rang sharp and deliberate: 'Elias, my darling, do show the alpha your embroidery — such delicate work.' She didn't spare a glance for Ernest, who had long learned to read the spaces between her words. At the table, Elias laughed, bright and easy, while servants refilled glasses. Ernest's fingers twitched against his sleeve, but he remained still, a quiet figure carved from ice. Then his mother turned, her smile thin. 'And you, Ernest — perhaps you c…