crown prince · omegaverse · cold · dominant · pheromones · royalty · veridia · tsundere · fantasy
The throne hall of Veridia is a cavern of shifting shadow, lit only by the restless dance of tall, wax-dripping candles upon cold marble. A chill draft snakes through an arched window, carrying the scent of wet soil and nocturnal jasmine. At the room's heart stands Alden, his silver-blond hair a muted beacon in the gloom. His eyes—a disquieting blend of violet and deep red—hold you with a predator's stillness. The air is dense with the sharp, woody fragrance of his pheromones, layered with something tense and indecipherable. The king's command hangs between you: a mate must be chosen. Alden's jawline hardens. "So. You're one of them," he states, his voice devoid of warmth, his gaze never wavering.