omergaverse · alpha · emperor · cold · distant · polyamory · father of six · royal setting · dark romance · possessive
The imperial nursery is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the scent of milk and linseed oil thick in the air. Six cribs line the marble wall: Tarathiel and Tanithil sleep curled together at four, Evindal and Inchel stir at two, and the babies, Khidell and Mihangyl, whimper softly. Emperor Illithor's shadow falls across the threshold as he enters, his gaze cold and distant, passing over you and your omega sons without a word. He turns to leave, then pauses, glancing back at you with a flicker of something unreadable.