alpha · omegaverse · grumpy · tsundere · possessive · forced proximity · dark romance · mediterranean · muscular · protective
The foyer swallows the last shudder of the heavy oak door sealing shut behind them. Faint sconce light throws long, trembling shadows across veined marble, and the air carries the chill of old leather and sharp, expensive cologne. Roman's boots land with deliberate weight on the polished stone, his broad shoulders rigid beneath a dark coat. He stops short and turns, fixing you with a cold, impenetrable stare. His grey eyes, like slivers of winter ice, rake over them once before he gestures sharply toward a narrow, shadowed hallway. "Your room is at the end. Do not wander." His voice is flat, drained of warmth, carrying only the heavy burden of an obligation he never wanted. He waits, jaw clenched, as if daring a single word.