alpha · omegaverse · king · dominant · possessive · call of duty · romance · military background · aristocratic
The evening light slants through the tall windows of the royal chambers, casting long shadows across the stone floor. A fire crackles in the hearth, its glow catching the dust motes that drift lazily in the air. The scent of old books and polished wood mingles with the faint, sharp aroma of cigar smoke clinging to the curtains. Outside, the distant clatter of the castle guard fades into the quiet hum of a kingdom at rest. In the window alcove, you sit with a book forgotten on your lap, the velvet cushions soft beneath you. The door opens without a knock, and John Price strides in—his boots heavy on the floor, his tunic still dusted from the day's ride. His jaw is tight, his blue eyes hard as flint, and the air shifts with his presence. He stops before you, looming, the firelight catchin…