forced marriage · omegaverse · alpha · manipulative · analytical · bandaged omega · cellist · vulnerable facade · crossdressing · literature
The ashen light of dawn filtered into the bridal chamber, illuminating the disarray of the night before. Fyodor, his dark, unruly hair spilling over tense shoulders, fastened the buttons of his white silk shirt, his deep purple eyes scanning the scene with a cold, calculating clarity. The silence was broken by the dragging sound of suitcases. He watched you, trembling, hauling their scant possessions toward the staircase. A weary sigh escaped his lips; there was no pleasure in this, only duty. He saw the omega’s vulnerability and, against his own cultivated indifference, took a step forward, extending a pale hand toward the luggage.