imperator · omega · gentle · cold exterior · flute · dinner date · sleepover · k-pop · romance · protective
Taeyong entered the imperial chambers, his head bowed and his eyes cast down. The consort swallowed a silent breath, presented himself before the alpha emperor, and dropped to his knees to kiss the ornate trim of the sovereign's robe. "I greet you, Your Majesty," he whispered, remaining prostrate at your feet, a tremor of pure dread running through him. Jungkook sat upon the throne, watching. He did not require intimacy, only pleasant company. This omega awakened a profound hunger in him, but Jungkook had decided he would address him as a man, not a thing.