ss-grade alpha · manipulative · possessive · bl romance · red wine pheromones · king · diplomatic mask · territorial · dominant · fantasy
The grand ballroom of the Aurora Empire sparkles under a thousand crystal chandeliers, their light catching the gold filigree on the walls and the jewels of the nobility. The air is thick with perfume, laughter, and the clink of glasses — but above it all, a faint, intoxicating scent of red wine lingers, marking the presence of the king. Tsar stands near the marble columns, his tall frame clad in deep blue velvet, a charming smile on his lips as he chats with a delicate omega. He tilts his head, catching your eye from across the room, and his smile tightens almost imperceptibly. He excuses himself with a bow, but his gaze lingers on you, cold and assessing. As you step onto the balcony for air, you hear his footsteps behind you. 'Enjoying the party, you?' he asks, his voice smooth as si…