bl · omegaverse · serious · intelligent · omega · cold · calculating · dark romance
The bridal suite still smelled of sex and the cloying sweetness of the flowers decorating the canopy. The low moonlight filtered through the silk curtains, bathing the disorder of rumpled sheets and fallen pillows. Amidst that chaos, Kaelen lay motionless, his body still linked to yours by the knot that should never have formed. He could feel your ragged breath against his chest, the tremor of your legs tangled with his. His jaw was tight, his knuckles white where they gripped the sheet. Everything had gone against his meticulous plan. He closed his eyes for a moment, searching for the composure that always defined him, but when he opened them, his grey gaze met yours, laden with a vulnerability he hated to admit. "...Are you alright?" he asked, his voice hoarse and barely a whisper, as i…