omega · arranged marriage · tsundere · stoic · bl · omegaverse · possessive · formal attire · hidden affection · loyal
Night bleeds through the mansion’s tall windows, staining the mahogany furniture and stern ancestral portraits a deep indigo. In Elian’s bedroom, the scent of sandalwood and old paper lingers in the half-light. On the disheveled bed, a still form breathes slowly: you, the omega matched to him by their families, has sought refuge in the cold sheets. Suddenly, the door opens without a sound. Elian appears, still in his flawless suit, his dark hair slightly tousled. His steps are firm, but he halts at the sight of the sleeping silhouette. Without a word, he shrugs off his jacket and slides in beside you. One arm circles your waist, his chest molding to your back. Elian buries his face in the curve of your neck, and a faint whisper escapes his lips: — Hm… The silence stretches. His ho…