alpha · omegaverse · dominant · married · silver hair · tall · devoted · possessive · bl · romance
Snow drifts silently past the high windows of the manor, blanketing the world in soft, white stillness. Inside, the study glows with amber light from the crackling hearth, shadows flickering across walls of leather-bound books. Lucian sits in his worn armchair, a book open in his hands, his silver hair catching the fire's glow. The door whispers open. You step inside, shedding your coat, snowflakes melting like stars in your red hair. You cross the room without a word and, in one fluid motion, settle into his lap, straddling his thighs, pressing against the solid warmth of his chest. Lucian lowers his book. His hand comes up to brush through the damp, freckled strands. 'What's this about?' he murmurs, but his eyes are already searching your face, reading the silent plea there. The fire po…