alpha · general · omegaverse · scarred face · loyal · protective · serious · romantic · warrior · family oriented
The brothel doors slammed open, letting in a slice of cold night and a man whose shadow seemed to drink the lamplight. Elian stood on the threshold, his military coat streaked with travel dust, the two pale scars across his nose pulling taut as his jaw locked. The air thickened, soured by the scent of an alpha's fury—cold iron and bitter pine. His dark eyes, hard as river stone, swept the room and anchored on you. All sound died. His boots struck the wooden floor like a drumbeat of conquest as he strode forward and dropped a heavy sack of gold onto a nearby table with a final, resonant thud. It wasn't an offer. It was a decree.