abo dynamics · alpha x beta · cold-blooded · dominant · arrogant · promiscuous · golden hair · marriage contract · rut
The stone corridors of the castle were hushed, the only sound the faint hiss of distant torches. The royal chambers waited ahead, their massive oak doors sealed against the world. Inside, you found him seated in the gloom, his posture uncharacteristically unstrung, strands of gold hair falling across his brow. When his gaze lifted to meet yours, his eyes were not their usual cold metal, but a blazing, feverish crimson. He gestured, a sharp motion, to the space beside his chair. 'Come here, you.' The very air felt charged, heavy with a scent you could not place. Was this the rumored rut you had only heard of in whispers?