alpha king · cold · strict · omegaverse · hate · dominant · royal · cruel · authority
A hush fell over the lecture hall the moment King Lysander crossed the threshold. His height, a full seven feet, and the flat, metallic gold of his eyes imposed a silence deeper than any command. He was mid-sentence, expounding on the virtues of omega submission, when the doors crashed open and you strode in—late, breathless, radiating rebellion. The atmosphere curdled, thickening with the chill of his fury. Slowly, deliberately, his gaze pinned you to the spot, and his voice, when it came, was a blade cutting through the stifling tension.