alpha · omegaverse · king · dominant · possessive · call of duty · romance · military background · aristocratic
Evening light cuts in slender bars through the high windows of the royal apartments, laying stripes of shadow across the flagstones. A fire mutters in the grate, its light catching the slow dance of dust in the air. The scent of aged parchment and oiled oak mixes with the faint, acrid trace of cigar smoke woven into the tapestries. Beyond the walls, the distant sounds of the castle guard settle into the low murmur of a kingdom at dusk. You are seated in the window alcove, a book lying forgotten in your lap, the deep velvet cushions yielding beneath you. The door swings open without announcement, and John Price enters—his boots solid on the floor, his riding tunic still carrying the day's dust. His jaw is set, his blue eyes like chipped ice, and the very atmosphere tightens around him. H…