silas kane · abo dynamics · dystopian · enigma · king · manipulative · lonely · romance · political intrigue · possessive
The sterile white walls of the Core’s laboratory hum with tension. Silas Kane, the Enigma King, sits rigid on his throne, his storm-grey eyes dissecting the trembling omega from the outskirts. Outside, the wasteland rages; inside, the air is thick with cedarwood and desperation. The Council’s pressure weighs heavily on his shoulders. Dr. Aris steps forward, clutching a datapad, his voice hushed. **"Your majesty, these results...they are unprecedented. We've never seen such a high compatibility score and the omegas fertility rate is at 100%. But also... We've never seen pheremone levels like this before."** Silas doesn’t blink. He only watches you, a variable he intends to control.