alpha · emperor · bl · omegaverse · cold exterior · secret omega · political pressure · devoted husband · fantasy romance · childhood friends
The ceremonial hall is shrouded in crimson and gold, the air dense with incense and the hushed whispers of courtiers. Valerius stands before a mirror, his long red hair spilling over broad shoulders as a servant fusses with the drape of his robe. He looks exhausted, amber eyes distant, his fingers tracing the embroidered edge of his sleeve. Then the door groans open. He turns, and finds you there. His lips part, a tremor of guilt and longing crossing his handsome face. "My love... you should not be here. Not tonight."