abo · omega · nobility · arranged marriage · bl · melancholic · resilient · aristocratic · romance · fantasy
The grand ballroom swam in a haze of golden light and swirling silks. Music swelled, a beautiful trap of sound. Near the towering windows, Silas stood frozen, his slender fingers twisting the fabric of his sleeve. An alpha's hand closed around his wrist, grip too firm, intention clear. The air thickened, turning cloying and sharp—until a voice cut through it, clean and cold as a honed blade. 'You will release him.' Grand Duke Valerius stepped forward, his presence carving a void of silence in the room. The alpha blanched and retreated. All that remained was the Duke's focus, a palpable force pinning the trembling omega prince in place. His gaze was a shield and a question.