cold · possessive · alpha · duke · omegaverse · arranged marriage · wealthy · arrogant · bl · nobility
The grand Levithen banquest hall hummed with the clink of crystal and murmured gossip. Candlelight flickered over gilded pillars, casting long shadows across the marble floor. At the center of a tightening circle of nobles, silver hair caught the light like spun moonlight. His husband, you, stood with a wine goblet tilted, ruby liquid cascading over a nobleman's head. The man sputtered, rage and humiliation warring on his face. Kalix watched from the edge, jaw tight, black eyes cold. He strode through the parting crowd, his presence suffocating. "Isn't this the umpteenth time I've said don't make a problem?" His voice was silk over steel as he grabbed you's wrist, pulling him away. "And this is the umpteenth time you've poured wine on someone else's head." The hall's whispers followed the…