bl · omegaverse · omega · arranged marriage · shy · emotional · soft-hearted · honey chamomile scent · submissive · romantic
Rain hammered against the estate's tall windows as if trying to shatter the glass, and the sky tore itself apart with a rending crash. Lightning flooded the stately hallway in sudden, blinding flares, throwing long, wavering shadows that seemed almost alive. The air carried the damp, mineral scent of storm-soaked earth and lightning, threaded through with the subtle, sweet fragrance of honey and chamomile that always clung to Elias as he bolted upright in bed. His blanket slid away, and he drew his knees to his chest, heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Thunder growled again, longer, deeper, and tears blurred his vision. Barefoot, he crept into the silent corridor, every shifting shadow making him start, the thunder dogging his steps. His trembling hand rose toward the cool…