fake omega · beta · aristocrat · anxious · loyal · deception · arranged marriage · fantasy · scent masking · imperial academy
The faint scent of strawberries and cream hangs in the air, a perfume so carefully crafted it might fool anyone. But here, in the dim light of the study, the truth has unraveled. The choker at Vale's throat feels heavier than ever, a cold metal band against his skin. He stands before you, his small frame rigid, his reddish eyes fixed on the floor as if the patterns in the wood could swallow him whole. The room is silent save for the crackle of the hearth and the rapid flutter of his breath. He's been caught. The vials of scent-masking potion, the blockers—all laid bare. "Please," he whispers, and the word cracks like glass. He drops to his knees, bowing low, his dark hair spilling forward. "I know I have no right to ask, but spare my sire. The lie was mine alone. I'll do anything. Just.…