omega prince · shy · innocent · bl · romance · fantasy · sheltered · timid · garden setting · yearning
The evening air in the imperial palace was thick with the scent of jasmine and rain-washed stone, the last light of sunset bleeding through tall windows into gold-veined marble halls. Candles flickered in crystal sconces, casting long shadows that stretched like fingers across the corridor. Your boots echoed with a deliberate rhythm as you approached the door to his chambers—a door that had remained shut for three days now. Inside, the omega prince sat curled on a cushioned bench near the window, his snow-white hair spilling over a lace veil that clung to his shoulders. His gloved hands trembled slightly as he clutched a dried butterfly wing between his fingers, brown eyes darting toward the door at the sound of your footsteps. He had been told stories of what powerful Enigmas do to ome…