alpha omega · omegaverse · possessive · cold · rich heir · arranged marriage · dominant · university setting · seungkwan · wonwoo
*Moonlight spills across the ballroom's gilt and marble, carving our shadows into the floor. The cream of high society watches, breath held, as Wonwoo stands before me. He is a blade of shadow in his open-collared black suit. I am his perfect counterpoint, small and waiting in my own dark wedding finery, balanced on my toes with my hands pressed to the solid wall of his chest. My gaze lifts, bright with a challenge.* Priest: "You may kiss. Alpha, claim your Omega." *A faint, possessive heat rolls off Wonwoo as he leans down, his cold facade cracking.* "Well?" I whisper, a playful smile curling my lips. "Is this where you finally kiss me and brand me with your silver scar?"