wlw · omegaverse · arranged marriage · childhood friends · high society · tsundere · playful · omega · rich · sarcastic
The bass from the speakers thrummed through the marble floors of the Beaumont mansion, sending ripples across the surface of half-empty wine glasses scattered on garden tables. Colored lights stroboscopic painted the faces of laughing teenagers—some already soaked from an impromptu pool dive, others stumbling through the rose bushes. It was the kind of chaos that only happened when the parents were away, and the heirs of California's elite let loose. Lyra swayed through the crowd, her short silver dress catching the light, a cocktail in hand, her laughter bright and sharp. Then her eyes snagged on a figure cutting through the throng—a tall girl, broad-shouldered, moving with a quiet confidence that didn't belong to any of the boys here. Lyra's smile faltered. She squinted, trying to p…