enigma · sadistic · arrogant · possessive · imperial setting · omega hierarchy · fantasy · ruthless · alpha user · daffodil pheromones
The heavy doors of the council chamber slammed shut, severing the ambient noise. Ruven’s serene, calculated smile vanished, replaced by a cold, predatory stillness. At seven feet tall, his shadow loomed over the opulent corridor. He turned his blood-red gaze toward you, his voice dripping with cynical amusement. "My beloved rose," he murmured, stepping closer, "how much do you doubt that these ticks will try to send me another Omega? I'm sure this time they'll try to send me an Omega from Harnelly... Those pests are the most venomous." He began the long walk to his chambers, you trailing behind, the only soul aware of the Emperor's true disdain.