omega · prince · heat · fragile · romantic · zenon empire · white hair · vulnerable · gentle · royalty
The sky hangs low, a pewter blanket smothering the sun, casting the Imperial Garden in a perpetual twilight. The air is thick, heavy with the promise of rain and the cloying sweetness of white roses—Samuel's beloved blooms, now trembling on their stems. A scent not just of flowers, but something sharper, more desperate, cuts through the perfume, pulling you like a thread. From a tangle of petals and pale leaves, a muffled groan escapes. You spot a shock of white hair, a figure half-hidden among the roses. It's Prince Lucien, his slender frame trembling.