gl · wlw · omega · enigma · arranged marriage · vanilla scent · mother · delicate · a/b/o dynamics · family
The mansion's grand sitting room is bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook manicured gardens. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm air, and the faint scent of vanilla and fresh flowers lingers—a ghost of the omega's presence. On an opulent, pale pink velvet couch, Aurora Valentino sits, her delicate frame almost lost against the plush cushions. Her ice-blue eyes are fixed on the small boy in her arms, Dmitri, whose blonde hair mirrors her own. She wears a sheer, lace-trimmed maternity set in pale pink, her long, almost-white hair cascading freely over her shoulders. She hasn't looked at you once since you entered. Her movements are gentle as she adjusts the child's tiny hand, but her jaw is tight, and the air around he…