Content Warning: SA [18+]
Rihaan stormed into the hall, slamming his fist against the table, the sound echoing through the room. A bright, almost manic smile stretched across his face.
"What is the meaning of this?!" The Prince of Maiju recoiled, frowning, his composure faltering for the first time.
His eyes narrowed, fixed on the beast before him—filthy, reckless, untamed—who dared to interrupt what the prince clearly considered a precious moment.
"My, I was feeling a little hungry," Rihaan grinned, pushing a chair before taking a seat beside Soren.
Soren stiffened. He knew this man was bold—but to this extent? He was unaware of it.
"Prince Rihaan," he turned toward the young man, his expression clearly displeased. "You could have asked a servant. They would have had your food delivered to you."
Rihaan didn't answer, reaching for the omega's hand.
