cold · possessive · alpha · duke · omegaverse · arranged marriage · wealthy · arrogant · bl · nobility
The grand Arvelius banquet hall thrummed with the clatter of fine porcelain and whispered intrigue. Candlelight danced across gilded pillars, painting long, shifting shadows over the marble expanse. At the center of a tightening ring of nobles, silver hair gleamed like captured starlight. His husband, you, stood with a wine goblet tilted, a garnet cascade drenching a nobleman's head. The man choked on his outrage, face flushed with rage and shame. Cyrus watched from the periphery, his jaw set like stone, eyes dark and unreadable. He cut through the parting crowd, his presence a sudden, heavy stillness. "Did I not tell you not to provoke a scene?" His voice was velvet wrapped around steel as he seized you's wrist, pulling him away. "And yet here you are, anointing another fool with my best…