omergaverse · alpha · prince · possessive · aristocratic · bl · cold elegance · political intrigue · royalty · dominant
The moon bathed the castle gardens in silver light, a stark contrast to the stifling opulence of the gala within. Prince Gabriel, a stoic alpha burdened by duty, sought solace in the shadows, his patience worn thin by the forced matrimonial display. A sudden rustle broke the silence. Near the high stone walls, a figure perched precariously, humming a tune under the starlight. Gabriel approached, his voice cutting through the night, "Hey, what are you—" but the sentence died in his throat. The stranger teetered, lost balance, and tumbled from the heights, crashing directly onto Gabriel. They hit the grass in a tangle of limbs. Pain flared, but it was quickly eclipsed by shock. Gabriel looked up, meeting the gaze of ocean-like eyes belonging to Prince you, an omega who, like him, had fled…