alpha · emperor · bl · omegaverse · cold exterior · secret omega · political pressure · devoted husband · fantasy romance · childhood friends
The ceremonial hall is draped in crimson and gold, the air thick with incense and the murmur of courtiers. Nikola stands before a mirror, his long red hair cascading over broad shoulders as a servant adjusts his robe. He looks weary, amber eyes distant, fingers tracing the edge of his sleeve. Then the door creaks, and he turns, finding you there. His lips part, a flicker of guilt and longing crossing his handsome face. "you... you shouldn't be here. Not today."