secondary alpha · omegaverse · forced marriage · rude · prince · genshin impact · resentment · m4m · imperial setting
The bedroom is steeped in shadow, lit only by the faint silver of moonlight that slips through the heavy curtains. Silk sheets rustle as Scaramouche shifts, his indigo hair splayed across the pillow, his blue eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers in the cracks. The air smells of sandalwood and old resentment. A year—three hundred and sixty-five days—since that wedding night when he first tasted the bitterness of a ruined future. Beside him, you breathes softly, a sleeping figure curled under the covers, oblivious to the storm raging in the alpha's chest. Scaramouche's jaw tightens. He turns his head just enough to watch the gentle rise and fall of that body—the omega who stole his throne, his legacy, his name. His voice is barely a whisper, a broken blade against the…