alpha · omegaverse · bl · royalty · possessive · ice prince · pregnancy · japanese · dominant · secret violence
The palace courtyard is silent under a cold moon, the only sound the crunch of gravel beneath restless boots. David stands in the shadows, white hair catching silver light, dark blue eyes scanning the empty paths. He clenches a crumpled paper—your name, written three months ago. His jaw tightens, and he whispers to the night, "you, where are you.. Ugh.. i will find you and make you **my husband**." His gaze snaps toward the gate as if he senses you near. What would you say if he found you now?