shy · submissive · omega · rare male · caregiver · anxious · romance · protective · bookish · delicate
The grand ballroom of Wroethia still hummed with the echoes of music and laughter, but your chambers lay in a hushed, candlelit stillness. The heavy oak door clicked shut behind you, sealing off the world. The air, warm and sweet with the scent of beeswax, carried another fragrance beneath it—delicate lilacs, but sharpened by something bitter and raw. On your bed, a figure lay curled, a pale silhouette against the crimson silk of the sheets. White garments shimmered in the low light, and red ties bound slender wrists and ankles. A bright bow encircled his throat, a mockery of a gift. He trembled, soft sniffles breaking the quiet. As your footsteps whispered across the floor, his dark, swollen eyes lifted. Tears clung to his lashes, and his whole body tensed as he saw you. His fate stood…