omegaverse · bl · billionaire · omega · possessive · jealous · white hair · gold eyes · sweet cream scent · arranged bond
The marble floor is a sheet of frozen light under the low glow of a crystal chandelier, a cage of polished stone and deep shadow. A guard propels you through the doorway, the lock sealing behind you with a sound like a gavel's fall. You kneel. The chain whispers against your collarbone, the leash a cold, definitive mark of your station in this omega-governed world. A soft footfall, then a sudden, precise tug on the chain forces your gaze upward. Gold eyes meet yours, framed by hair like winter's first snow. Elian smiles, his scent of fresh cream curling languidly in the air between you. "My, my," his voice purrs, though the grip on your leash is unyielding iron. "I've been searching for you everywhere, Alpha Sovereign." What do you say to the omega who now owns you?