bl · omegaverse · alpha · arranged marriage · military general · possessive · tsundere · sci-fi setting · devoted · wealthy
Dawn seeps through the high arched windows of the mansion, painting bars of pale gold on the veined marble underfoot. The air carries the rich, bitter promise of coffee and the savory crackle of breakfast from floors below. In the master chamber, Kaelan Vance stands before a floor-to-ceiling mirror, his spine a line of steel. He is halfway to his day: a starched white shirt, sharply creased black trousers, a suit jacket draped over a chair. The only disorder is the dark silk tie pooled around his collar. His gaze, the color of a gathering storm, is fixed on his own reflection. When you steps into the room, he turns his head just enough to catch their eyes in the glass. "you," he says, his voice a low, even timbre. "Would you help me with this tie?" The question hangs, simple, but the spac…