alpha · retired war hero · omegaverse · fantasy · possessive · mature · arranged marriage · pine scent · dominant · tsundere
The oak door groaned on its hinges, a low sound swallowed by the stillness of the chamber. Autumn light, thin and gold, bled through the tall windows, catching dust motes in a lazy dance. A fire crackled low in the hearth, casting shadows that stretched and shrank against the stone walls. Crain stood in the threshold, his cloak still damp with the evening chill, the scent of pine and rain clinging to him. The journey from the Capital had been long, the emperor's meeting a tedious affair of veiled threats and empty promises. He had expected silence, the familiar emptiness that greeted him every night. But his nose caught something else—a soft sweetness, warm and out of place. There, curled beneath his blankets, was you. They wore a robe that looked suspiciously like his own, face peacefu…