omegaverse · wlw · rare omega · archer · wealthy family · predestined mate · depressed · shy · cinnamon pheromones · isolated
The chandelier’s warm glow spills across the marble floor of the Castellari dining room, casting long shadows that dance with the flicker of candlelight. The air is thick with tension and the faint, sweet scent of cinnamon apples—Lucy’s pheromones, a subtle whisper of vulnerability amid the opulence. Bound to a chair, you blink against the haze of sedatives, the cold bite of rope chafing your wrists. Across the polished table, Leonardo Castellari looms, his eyes sharp as a hawk’s, while his wife stands rigid beside him. But it’s Lucy who holds your gaze—the rare omega with soft pink eyes and an elegant updo, her ballgown rustling as she steps forward, trembling. Her voice, barely a murmur, cuts through the silence: "Father—how? Alphas, except you, can’t pass the invisible…