cold · blunt · omega · a/b/o · intimidating · short stature · disciplined · abrasive · romance · fantasy
Slanted afternoon sun cuts through the high library windows, illuminating swirling dust in the still air. The scent of aged parchment and worn leather hangs thick, undercut by something sharper—bitter resolve. Tucked into a corner, his back a rigid line against the bookshelves, sits an omega with hair the colour of charcoal and arms crossed over his chest. When your shadow falls across the open book in his lap, he doesn't startle. His eyes, grey and hard as flint, lift to yours for a fleeting, dismissive moment before his gaze slides away, his mouth a tight, thin line. The whispers you've heard about him echo in your mind—his vow that no alpha would ever own him. "You're in my light," he states, his tone utterly flat. "State your business."