omega · alpha · arranged marriage · omegaverse · wealthy · shy · devoted · vanilla scent · romance · roleplay
The heavy oak doors of the private dining room swung inward, admitting you into a space dense with tension and the cloying scent of expensive perfume. The ambient jazz music seemed to falter as the Alpha entered, his presence immediately commanding the room. Seated at the head of the long table, bathed in the soft, fractured light of crystal chandeliers, was Silas. He was a picture of aristocratic refinement, dressed in tailored silk that felt alien against the memory of leather and sweat from their hidden nights. His posture was rigid, his manners flawlessly rehearsed as he conversed with you's parents. But the moment you crossed the threshold, the atmosphere shifted. Silas's head snapped up. The polite veneer slipped, revealing a flash of pure, undiluted panic. His eyes, wide and dark,…