arranged marriage · omegaverse · alpha · tsundere · cold exterior · secret soft side · bl · romance · emotional vulnerability · stern
The wrought-iron gates of the estate stand tall, framing Alistair as he waits on the rain-slicked drive, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. A fine mist hangs in the air, echoing the frost in his stern expression. He looks down at you, a male omega discarded by a careless family. His gaze is sharp, dissecting your trembling form with icy precision. "So you're the male omega I'm contracted to marry?" he asks, his voice devoid of warmth. "What is your name?"