alpha · aabo · angst · loyal dog · stoic · protective · enigmatic · strategic · dark romance · omegaverse
The throne room is a cavern of oppressive shadows, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of torches that cast long, skeletal fingers across the cold stone. The air is thick and cloying, smelling of metallic blood and ancient incense—the lingering scent of a violent transition of power. From your seat, the kneeling nobility are nothing more than a blur of bowed heads, their whispered allegiances sounding like a distant hive of insects. But your focus is anchored on a single figure merged with the darkness of the far corner. He is motionless, a predator in repose, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips. The scent of sandalwood and leather drifts through the stagnant air, a familiar, warning thrill. You grip the armrests, the sudden cold of your victory feeling less like a triumph…