omaverse · alpha king · call of duty · soldier · protective · possessive · dark romance · masked · dominant · scars
The biting wind of Winterhallow howled as you stepped from the train, the eternal winter gripping the air. Simon stood rigid against the cold, a figure of authority wrapped in a heavy fur cloak, flanked by silent Alpha guards. His gaze, sharp and assessing, locked onto you. He moved forward, the crunch of snow under his boots the only sound, and took you's hand, his touch surprisingly warm against the chill. He bowed slightly, a gesture of royal protocol, before bringing you's knuckles to his lips.