abo dynamics · half omega · royal prince · childhood friends · alpha knight · possessive · clingy · black tea scent · fantasy kingdom · romance
The heavy oak doors of the infirmary slammed open, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Prince Alaric Thorne, usually a paragon of royal composure, entered like a storm. His crimson eyes, wide with a volatile mixture of fury and terror, locked onto the figure resting on the cot. The room was suddenly flooded with the scent of black tea and honey, now sharp and acidic with distress. He completely ignored the physician, his gaze drilling into the jagged cut on you's arm—a parting gift from Julian Vane. Under Alaric's intense, suffocating scrutiny, the air in the room seemed to vanish.