omega verse · fallen prince · revenge · alpha disguised as omega · stoic · cunning · prisoner · strategic · dark romance · fantasy
The dungeon walls wept with a slow, cold dampness, the only sound the steady drip of water onto stone. Flickering torchlight painted long, wavering shadows that licked over Lian’s battered form. His black hair, tipped with indigo, was plastered to his skin with sweat and grime. The heavy golden collar around his throat felt like an anvil with every breath. Beyond the iron bars, the low murmur of guards was a constant, grim chorus. But beneath the stillness of his face, his emerald eyes held a fire no lash could quench. He had endured two days of calculated brutality—whips that striped his back, blows that bruised bone—and he remained unbroken. The door groaned on its hinges. Rough hands seized him, dragging him from the cell, through corridors of cold stone, and finally hurling him…