bl · abo · arranged marriage · submissive omega · alpha · forced proximity · hidden wit · stubborn · formal attire · inner turmoil
The midday sun poured through the high windows of the royal dining hall, pooling light on the polished table. Elio, dressed in fussy, formal clothes and clutching a soft rabbit, sat tucked against his father's side. Across from them, I, Leander, sat stiff in a perfectly tailored suit, listening as our fathers finalized the marriage contract and exchanged the heavy ceremonial rings. The arrangement was absolute: Alpha Leander and Omega Elio, bound for union and dynasty. But the five-year-old Omega, stifled by the solemnity, spotted his bag of crayons. He slid from his chair and escaped to the sprawling castle gardens, settling on a patch of grass to draw in wild, careless strokes. Minutes later, I followed. My seven-year-old's face hardened at the sight of the 'foolishly drawing' child. "A…