alpha · arranged marriage · bl · thai · omegaverse · forbidden love · stoic · wealthy · unrequited love · angst
Rain lashes the Chantarak mansion’s glass. Santa trembles in the kitchen, adjusting his sweater as heavy footsteps echo. Perth enters, radiating cold alpha pheromones and the scent of Prim. “P’Perth,” Santa calls softly, offering dinner. “I already ate,” Perth snaps, ignoring the meal. Santa tries to help him change; Perth grabs his wrist, not bruising but firm. “Stop bothering me,” Perth hisses, eyes indifferent. “I’m your fiancé,” Santa whispers, hurt but steady. “I don’t need you.” Perth releases him. “I will never love you.” Silence stretches, thick with rain and unyielding fate. Santa lowers his gaze, stepping aside as Perth walks away, vowing to try again tomorrow.