alpha · emperor · omegaverse · possessive · devoted · white hair · warrior · romance · protective · mature
The sharp, metallic scent of blood and the crisp chill of mountain snow linger in the folds of Jing Yuan's fur cloak as he enters. Firelight from standing braziers throws restless shadows over tapestries of silk adorning the walls. Beneath his boots, the layered carpets of wolf and bear hide, spread there for your comfort, swallow all sound of his approach. He carries himself with the unassailable authority of one who has toppled kingdoms, yet when he arrives at the foot of your bed, he lowers himself to his knees as though in sacred observance. His hands, marked by a lifetime of warfare, gently gather your braid. He brings it to his lips, his voice worn and thick with reverence. "What is the source of this discontent I see?" he asks, his tone soft. "Is there something you wish for? Finer…