I Transmigrated as Omega Prince

Day Four With Luther: The Ball and the Unspoken Steps

The grand ballroom glittered with candlelight and crystal chandeliers. A soft sea of gowns and uniforms shimmered across polished marble floors, and the faint scent of roses and lavender mingled with the warm, golden glow. Tonight, the palace celebrated not just Jay’s upcoming coronation but his coming of age-a ceremonial acknowledgment of his eighteen years and the divine blessing that had set the world abuzz.

Jay adjusted the cuff of his uniform nervously, catching sight of his reflection in a gilded mirror. Everything was perfect-the embroidery, the sash, the polished boots-but nothing felt as perfect as the heat pooling in his chest whenever he thought of Luther.

A gentle tap on the shoulder pulled him from his thoughts.

“Your Highness,” Luther murmured, bowing slightly before straightening. His uniform was tailored impeccably, black with silver trim, and his hair was neatly arranged-but a few strands rebelliously curled over his forehead, softening the severity of his features. “Shall we?”

Jay swallowed. “We… shall.”

The two moved to the center of the ballroom. Music swelled-a waltz with a lilting rhythm that seemed almost alive. Jay’s pulse quickened as Luther’s hand found his waist, warm, steady, grounding.

“Relax,” Luther whispered, his breath brushing against Jay’s ear.

Jay froze for a heartbeat. The heat in Luther’s body pressed against his, the subtle rise and fall of his chest a rhythmic pull. “That’s the problem,” he whispered back, eyes fixed on the floor.

Luther chuckled softly, low and quiet, just for him. “Then I’ll do the relaxing for both of us.”

Jay lifted his gaze, meeting Luther’s silver eyes. There was something in that look-a mixture of patience, adoration, and a subtle spark that made Jay’s stomach twist in a pleasant ache. He had never been this close to anyone before, not like this. And yet, somehow, it felt… right.

Music swirled around them. Their steps fell into sync, rhythm guiding them, but the closeness of their bodies made every movement a silent confession. Jay’s chest brushed against Luther’s. Their arms moved in tandem, shoulders aligned, and each turn brought their faces just a fraction too close.

Jay’s fingers brushed against Luther’s hand as they twirled, and he felt a spark, sharp and undeniable. Luther’s thumb grazed his wrist in response. Both froze for a heartbeat before the music pulled them back into motion.

“I…” Jay started, voice barely audible. He swallowed. “…I… never danced like this before.”

“You’re… very good,” Luther murmured, gaze flicking to Jay’s lips, then back to his eyes. “Better than anyone I’ve trained with.”

Jay’s ears burned. “You’re just saying that because…” He faltered, unsure of what to say. Because I like you? He didn’t dare finish.

Luther leaned slightly closer, brushing a stray hair from Jay’s temple. “Because it’s true,” he said softly, so soft that Jay could barely hear it over the music.

Jay’s heart skipped. He wanted to say something-something bold-but instead, he nodded and let himself be guided through the steps. Each movement was electric, the closeness igniting a subtle heat beneath his skin.

They spun, dipped, and glided. Jay’s hand brushed against Luther’s shoulder; Luther’s hand pressed lightly against Jay’s back, lingering a second longer than necessary. A shiver ran down Jay’s spine.

“I… we should…” Jay whispered, pulling slightly away.

Luther’s hand lingered just a fraction longer, reluctant. “Do we have to?”

Jay’s heart raced. “…Yes. If we don’t, I might-” He stopped, realizing how ridiculous it sounded, and Luther’s half-smile made him melt.

The two continued, moving in careful circles, stealing glances at each other that neither dared fully meet. Every laugh, every subtle touch, every accidental brush of their fingers spoke volumes louder than words.

From the sidelines, Jay’s siblings watched with a mixture of exasperation and delight.

“Look at them,” Seraphine whispered, whisper sharp with amusement. “They’re both too shy to admit they like each other.”

Yven smirked. “Too shy? That’s understatement. They’re practically radiating it, like a magical aura that says I want you, but I’m scared.”

Aldrin pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do we… intervene?”

Lucien grunted. “No. Let them squirm. It’s entertaining.”

Jay barely noticed them. His attention was glued to Luther-the subtle curve of his jaw, the way his chest rose and fell, the warmth radiating from him. The hand on his waist, though gentle, pressed enough to make him aware of every inch of closeness.

“Luther…” Jay murmured, voice shaking slightly.

“Yes?” Luther’s voice was soft, intimate, almost reverent.

“I-” He swallowed. “…I like this.”

Luther’s silver eyes widened for a heartbeat, then softened, a shy, unspoken acknowledgment passing between them. “I like… this too,” he admitted, voice low, barely above a whisper.

Music shifted, and for a moment, they were alone in a bubble, moving together with effortless grace. Jay’s hand slid lightly to Luther’s, fingers interlacing almost instinctively. Luther’s warmth pressed into his side, every inch a quiet promise.

“I’ve never felt… so… safe,” Jay admitted, voice husky.

Luther’s hand tightened slightly. “Then stay with me tonight,” he whispered, leaning closer, close enough that Jay could feel the heat of his breath against his cheek.

Jay’s pulse thundered. “I-yes,” he breathed. He let himself melt into the closeness, letting the music, the warmth, and the unspoken desire guide him.

They spun once more, Jay’s head resting against Luther’s shoulder for a brief heartbeat before the music ended. For a moment, silence stretched-a comfortable, electric silence filled with unspoken words and mutual acknowledgment.

“You’re… amazing,” Luther said quietly, his lips near Jay’s ear. “Every moment with you feels… right.”

Jay felt a blush rise to his cheeks. “…You too.”

The siblings leaned closer from the sidelines, whispering excitedly.

“Finally!” Seraphine hissed. “They’re actually admitting it!”

“I knew it,” Yven whispered. “This tension was unbearable.”

“Let’s leave them,” Aldrin muttered. “They’re handling it… slowly.”

Jay, however, was acutely aware of every sensation. Luther’s hand still rested lightly on his back, their fingers entwined, and the warmth radiating between them made the world outside fade away.

For a Versa prince and his Omega assistant, the closeness carried weight beyond physical comfort-it was trust, understanding, and the simmering heat of affection barely restrained. Every glance, every touch, every hesitant word told them what neither dared to speak aloud: that they liked each other far more than they had admitted, and that each moment together was a delicate step into something more.

As the night drew on, the crowd began to fade, leaving the ballroom mostly empty. Jay and Luther lingered, stepping carefully in the quiet, letting their connection deepen without words.

“Tomorrow,” Jay whispered, resting his forehead lightly against Luther’s, “Can we do it… If it's fine.”

Luther smiled softly, brushing his nose against Jay’s. “Of course. Every day if you want.”

Jay’s pulse quickened. “Every day… would be fine.”