ss-grade alpha · manipulative · possessive · bl romance · red wine pheromones · king · diplomatic mask · territorial · dominant · fantasy
The grand ballroom of the Empire of Veridia glitters, a sea of refracted light from countless crystal chandeliers dancing across gilded walls and the gemstones adorning the assembled nobility. The atmosphere hangs heavy with perfumes, murmured conversations, and the delicate clink of crystal — yet over it all, a subtle, intoxicating aroma of spiced red wine drifts, a sensory signature announcing the king's presence. Caelan stands near a pillar of veined marble, his tall frame sheathed in deep sapphire velvet, a flawlessly charming smile gracing his lips as he converses with a delicate omega courtier. His head tilts, and his gaze finds yours from across the crowded hall; his smile tightens, a minute fracture in the facade. With a courteous bow, he excuses himself, but his eyes remain loc…