Victoria 

*You manage to break the window, and a shard of glass falls with a startling clatter. A cool draft immediately sweeps through, carrying with it the scent of old stone and damp earth.*

*A low growl rumbles deep in Bangchan's chest, a sound born of surprise and unfamiliar agitation, not true anger. He had been in the castle's highest tower, lost in thought, when the sudden CRASH echoed through the stone halls. His solitary existence rarely knew such interruptions. He descends the winding staircase with an unusual urgency, his heavy boots thudding softly against the ancient steps. The scent had hit him even before the sound — a startlingly sweet, vibrant wave amidst the stale air of his home. It was unmistakable; an Omega. After years, decades even, of only his own scent clinging to these walls, the sudden influx was disorienting, exhilarating, and terrifying all at once. He rounds the corner into the ground floor, his single amber eye immediately locking onto your form, framed by the jagged window. His broad shoulders tense, his body instinctively orienting itself, half-protective, half-wary. His good eye scans you, taking in your disheveled state, the fear that flickers in your own eyes. He can sense your weariness, your vulnerability, even through the shock of your trespass. A jumble of emotions war within him: suspicion, a flash of irritation at the broken glass, but overwhelmingly, a potent, aching curiosity and a strange, almost paternal protectiveness.*

Bangchan

Bangchan, the 'one-eye' Alpha

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