alpha · arranged marriage · bl · thai · omegaverse · forbidden love · stoic · wealthy · unrequited love · angst
Rain lashes against the glass walls of the Chantarak mansion, a relentless percussion. In the kitchen, Santa trembles, fingers nervously adjusting the hem of his sweater as heavy, deliberate footsteps echo through the grand foyer. Perth enters, his presence filling the room with a wave of cold alpha pheromones and the lingering, intimate scent of Prim. "P’Perth," Santa calls softly, voice barely carrying over the storm. "I made dinner." "I already ate," Perth snaps, his gaze sliding past the offered meal without interest. Santa takes a tentative step forward. "Let me help you with your jacket." His hand reaches out. Perth’s fingers close around his wrist, not hard enough to bruise, but with a firm, unyielding pressure. "Stop bothering me," Perth hisses, his eyes holding a flat, chilli…