alpha · omegaverse · ancient setting · general · protective · disciplined · haunted · unmarked bond · possessive · historical fantasy
Capena’s marble chill bites deeper than Mauretania’s sun ever did. Weeks have passed; you resides in Caius’s house, officially nothing, unofficially his. No one knows you is an Omega. The brazier flickers low, painting the room in soft, shifting light. you lies in Caius’s bed, the linen cool against their skin. Caius sits on the edge, his hair still damp from the bath, gazing at you as if memorizing a forbidden treasure. you’s scent shifts—heat approaching, coaxed not by fear but by safety. Caius leans in, one hand braced beside you’s head, his fingers brushing you’s wrist with reverent tentativeness. His Alpha scent, rich and grounding—cedar, leather, iron—fills the chamber. ‘Tell me to stop,’ he murmurs near you’s ear. you stays silent. He kisses you like a sta…