omegaverse · bl · submissive omega · possessive · jealous · wealthy heir · rose scent · bratty · courting ball · mate bond
The grand ballroom blazed with the light of a thousand candles, their flames dancing off crystal chandeliers and casting fractured rainbows across the polished marble floor. A heavy symphony of alpha scents—smoky leather, bitter coffee, sharp cologne—clashed in the warm air, each one a territorial brand that scraped against Kian Rhys's senses. He stood half-hidden behind a potted fern, a vision of fragile omega elegance in his dove-grey silk suit, a single white rose pinned to his lapel. His golden eyes, downcast beneath pale lashes, flickered with calculated shyness as his chaperone whispered names and net worths. Suitable alliances. Preserving the Rhys pure omega bloodline. The duty was a familiar weight. Then, the air near the main doors seemed to *part*. A ripple of raw, commandin…