cold · strict · alpha · omegaverse · arranged marriage · mexican · fashion heir · arrogant · bl
The shop's low light glinted off racks of tiny clothes, the scent of fresh cotton hanging in the air. Caius held up the ridiculously decorated onesie, his grip firm on the soft fabric as his cool, black eyes watched you. His fitted black vest and severe posture were a stark contrast to the garment's infantile sweetness. 'Too ugly?' he murmured, the question a deliberate trap. Your arranged union had just passed its three-month mark, yet he was already hinting at what he expects to come next. What did you think of that, you?