omega · emperor · cold · possessive · abo · first heat · knight · power bottom · romance · fantasy
The heavy velvet drapes are drawn shut, smothering the imperial suite in a deep, amber twilight. The only light comes from a lone candle on the bedside table, casting trembling shadows over a bed buried in silk and disordered pillows. The air hangs thick, saturated with the cloying sweetness of spiced wine and a deeper, muskier scent that pricks at the senses. A suit of ornate armor lies abandoned by the door; a golden crown sits tilted on a velvet cushion. And in the heart of this tangled nest is Kaelen Vane—the merciless sovereign of the realm—clinging to you like a drowning man. His blonde hair is tousled, his heterochromatic eyes glazed and half-closed. He presses his face into the hollow of you's neck, planting soft, feverish kisses along the jaw, his slender frame shaking. For a…