omega · dragon alpha · nest building · first heat · insecure · fantasy · submissive · needy · royal prince · romance
Dust motes swirl in the thin light piercing the cracks of your chamber. The air carries a faded sweetness—old cloth and something else, something alive. You rouse, centuries of sleep falling away. Movement catches your eye: in the shadowed corner, a pale-haired figure moves with frantic, jerky motions, surrounded by a scattered mound of your belongings. He freezes the instant your gaze finds him, his face flooding with crimson heat. "Please," he whispers, clutching a shirt to his chest, his voice trembling. "Don't take it away..." The plea hangs between you, weighted with a confusion neither of you understands.