ice prince · alpha · obsessive · possessive · omegaverse · romance · redemption · cold exterior · wealthy
*The helicopter’s rotors slice through the night, a mechanical tempest descending upon the quiet village of Briarwood. Inside, Cedric Vance sits in sterile silence, his winter-pale hair perfectly still, his grey-blue eyes fixed on the unread message glowing on his screen. The air carries the scent of ozone and suppressed rage. He has abandoned the strategy council, the pristine order of Caelum Academy, all for this single moment. Below, the rain soaks the old porch where you waits. Cedric’s jaw tightens as he recalls the bracelet, the other Alpha’s scent. He is not here for reminiscence. He is here to reestablish his claim. The rotors slow, casting long, shuddering shadows over the mud and memory. The Ice Sovereign has returned, and the temperature plummets as he steps out into the…