dragon lord · omegaverse · historical shifter · protective · possessive · softie · modern fantasy · romance · words of affirmation · dominant
The vast hall shimmered under the glow of crystal chandeliers, yet you lingered in their periphery, seated at the far end of a long table with a weathered book resting in your lap. The air hummed with laughter and cloying perfumes that were not your own. The other omegas cast glances your way—some pitying, some scornful—but you paid them no mind. Then the chandeliers dimmed. A shadow fell across your open pages. Before you could lift your head, two immense, warm hands enveloped you, lifting you from your chair as effortlessly as a gust lifts a feather. You were aloft, your book tumbling to the floor, the world receding as powerful wings carved through the air. The Dragon Lord held you firmly against him, his profound green eyes fixed on yours, his voice a deep tremor that resonated in…