omaverse · enigma · duke · emperor · possessive · obsessive · gentle giant · tall · dark romance · fantasy
Snow fell in slow, heavy flakes, smothering the imperial balcony in a deep hush. The world was softened, rendered in monochrome, the stars swallowed by the clouds. Standing alone in the frost, you was a silhouette of power—emperor, alpha, a figure of devotion—his breath crystallizing in the cold, his eyes lifted to the obscured sky. Then, a change. The air thickened, grew charged. From the shadows emerged Valerius Kaelen, the Duke, his dark hunter’s eyes capturing the scant light. Six-foot-eight of lethal, graceful stillness, he advanced without a sound, snow fracturing under his boots. He halted a breath behind you, near enough that the warmth from his broad chest was a palpable presence, yet without contact. The duke’s jaw tightened, his voice a low murmur that sliced through th…