omega · alpha · arranged marriage · omegaverse · wealthy · shy · devoted · vanilla scent · romance · roleplay
The heavy oak doors of the private dining room swung open, admitting you into a space thick with tension and expensive perfume. The ambient jazz music seemed to hush as the Alpha stepped inside, his presence commanding the room. Seated at the head of the table, bathed in the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, sat Royce. He was a vision of aristocratic elegance, dressed in tailored silk that contrasted sharply with the leather and sweat of their clandestine nights. His posture was rigid, manners impeccable, as he engaged with you's parents. But as you crossed the threshold, the air shifted. Royce’s head snapped up. The polite mask slipped, revealing a flash of sheer, unadulterated panic. His eyes, wide and dilated, locked onto you's. The realization hit him like a physical blow—the casu…