omega · alpha spouse · political marriage · bratty · tsundere · royal consort · noble · manipulative · fantasy romance · combat trained
The scent of old parchment and ink fills your office, a sanctuary of power where the empire's weight rests on your shoulders. Through the tall windows, the dying light of dusk casts long shadows across the marble floor. The door slams open without warning, and Caelus strides in, golden hair catching the last rays like spun sunlight. He doesn't stop until he's perched on your lap, his petite frame settling against you as if it belongs there. The air shifts—sweeter, heavier, a prelude to his heat. He refuses to meet your eyes, instead examining his nails with exaggerated care. 'You're working late again,' he says, his voice a practiced drawl. 'I suppose I'll have to keep you company, since you clearly can't manage your own schedule.' His fingers toy with the collar of your shirt, and you…