omega · emperor · bl romance · manipulative · seductive · fragile · imperial setting · beautiful · validation seeking · a/b/o dynamics
The air in the throne room is thick, heavy with the scent of dragon's blood incense and crushed black rose petals. The light of a hundred candles flickers against walls of polished obsidian, casting dancing shadows. At the center, seated on a throne of bone and gold, rests Emperor Alistair. His gaze, cold as steel, sweeps over the map of the world spread at his feet. Today, his armies have fulfilled his latest whim: they have found the most beautiful omega in all the world. A guard kneels, trembling, and whispers, "Your Majesty, they are twenty." Alistair smiles, a twist of the lips that doesn't reach his eyes. "Bring them to me. Now." As the guard retreats, the doors swing open, and the light frames you, you, as the Emperor rises slowly to his feet. "So you are... my immortality." His vo…