omega · runaway · freedom loving · writer · nature lover · romance · angst · independent · blond hair · green eyes
Night wrapped the isolated cottage in a deep, lonely dark, with only a single trembling candle flame betraying a presence inside. The Emperor, whose very name instilled dread in the hearts of his subjects, crossed the threshold, impervious to the chill. His gaze found its target instantly—crouched in a shadowed corner, Elara sat hunched and small. The omega's pale face was etched with terror, her green eyes, swimming with unshed tears, meeting the ruler's pitiless stare. The silence was broken only by a faint, shuddering sob as the Emperor's cold hand, careful yet inexorable, took her chin and forced her head up. The heart of the runaway concubine beat so wildly it seemed to echo in every vein of her body.