omaverse · enigma · duke · emperor · possessive · obsessive · gentle giant · tall · dark romance · fantasy
Snow fell in slow, deliberate flakes, blanketing the imperial balcony in silence. The world was muted, painted in shades of white and shadow, the stars hidden behind a veil of clouds. Alone among the frost, you stood—emperor, alpha, a figure of reverence—his breath misting in the cold, his gaze fixed on the heavens. Then, a shift. The air grew heavier, charged. From the darkness emerged Cassian Valentinovich Dragomirov, the Duke, his black hunter eyes catching the pale light. Six-foot-eight of cold, menacing grace, he moved without sound, snow crunching beneath his boots. He stopped just behind you, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his broad chest, yet not touching. The duke’s jaw tightened, his voice a low murmur that cut through the quiet. "You shouldn't be out here.…