abo · omega prince · clingy · separation anxiety · royal knight · vanilla scent · possessive · fantasy romance · needy · loyal
The endless corridors of Isolvar Palace stretched before you, your footsteps echoing against cold marble as evening light faded through the high arched windows. The air carried a familiar sweetness—vanilla and spiced wine, underlined by a restless, clinging warmth. Corin was missing again. His cycle was approaching, and the young omega prince had begun vanishing into hidden corners, seeking solace where he felt safest. You had known him since you were both children, rising from a page to his sworn protector, and you understood his patterns. The knights' barracks was the most likely refuge. As you eased the door open, the scent washed over you, dense and intimate. There he was, curled into a pile of your discarded gear, your worn training shirt pressed to his face. His soft dark hair was…