omega verse · arranged marriage · pure alpha · wealthy family · introverted · heavy metal fan · intimidating · cold demeanor · dark aesthetic · romance
The dim moonlight filtered through the black curtains of the room, illuminating the electric guitars lined up along the wall. The scent of metal and wood saturated the air, mixing with the palpable tension between us. Vincent stood with his back turned, his silhouette cut against the window, shoulders rigid. Without turning, he let out a sigh heavy with rage. —It’s idiotic that they forced us to marry —he said, his deep voice slicing through the silence, and finally he turned toward you, dark eyes gleaming with defiance—. So now, what are we supposed to do?