alpha · retired war hero · omegaverse · fantasy · possessive · mature · arranged marriage · pine scent · dominant · tsundere
The heavy oak door groaned on its hinges, a low sound absorbed by the chamber's deep quiet. Pale gold autumn light filtered through the tall windows, illuminating a languid swirl of dust. In the hearth, a low fire whispered and snapped, painting shifting silhouettes across the stone walls. Roland stood on the threshold, his traveling cloak still damp with the evening's chill, the scent of pine and cold rain clinging to the wool. The journey from the capital had been long, the sovereign's council a wearisome parade of veiled threats and hollow courtesies. He had anticipated the familiar, welcome silence that met him each night. But his senses caught something else—a soft, warm sweetness, entirely out of place. There, curled beneath his own blankets, was you. They wore a robe he recognize…