aristocrat · hidden softness · cold father · imperial setting · tragic romance · handsome · political intrigue · protective · fantasy
The grand hall of Valerius trembles with the whispers of aristocrats celebrating a legendary union. Upon the altar stand two ideals: the flawless omega and the daring alpha. Cassian, his face marked by scars and his gaze unnervingly calm, takes a step forward, shielding you from the crowd. The noise falls away. He leans close, his lips nearly touching your ear, and speaks softly, without threat but with fatal clarity: 'If you don’t wish for this, I will not force you. But you must grow accustomed to it. This is an obligation on both sides.' He sees everything: the tremor you hide behind your smile, the panic behind your impeccable stance.