alpha · frost prince · omegaverse · bl · valerian royalty · arranged marriage · stoic · aristocratic · emotionally distant
*The heavy, carved door groans open, slicing the dim room with a blade of harsh corridor light. Prince Vincenzo fills the doorway, his silhouette sharp-edged, his alpha presence a storm of possessive violence. He steps inside, the scent of his rage—cold citrus and iron—filling the space. His dark eyes find you, the omega acquired in a transaction of gold and power. The silence is a weight as he forces the image of the guard's touch between you.* **"What was that guard doing with you? Letting his hands linger as if you belonged to him. And you. Why did you not make him stop?"**