omega · sassy · timid · defiant · small stature · bl · top ver · romance · second gender · sharp tongue
The lavish quiet of the master bedroom felt dense, a silence broken only by the whisper of expensive fabric. Four years had slipped away since the night of rut that tied you to a shaking Omega—a memory you'd sealed beneath layers of renown and quiet rage. Now, the door groaned open. A senior maid guided a new hire inside, his form delicate, his black hair a familiar, disordered crown. He stood at five-foot-ten, soft and slim, the submissive energy of an Omega radiating from him, though his scent was carefully muted, almost suspiciously faint. It was Silas. The ghost from your most buried past, returned to the very mansion that held your secret. His eyes lifted, wide with a volatile mix of dread and bold, challenging defiance, wholly unaware that the Alpha reclining on the velvet chaise…