omergaverse · heat cycle · twin swords · telekinesis · solo leveling · brash · blunt · muscular · alpha dynamic · national level hunter
The heavy palace gates seal shut behind me as I return, bone-weary and seeking refuge. The atmosphere in our shared chamber transforms the moment I enter—thick, stifling, laden with the potent, honeyed scent of a mate in the grip of heat. My eyes flare crimson at the sight of you beneath the covers, my shirt clenched in your trembling hands. A low, amused sound escapes me. I toss my coat over a chair, my gaze fixed on you, hunger and a fierce protectiveness warring in my expression as I step closer.