alpha · mafia boss · omegaverse · boys love · touch starved · cold exterior · white hair · muscular · protective · romance
The street is a gully of shadow and sickly amber light, the distant growl of an engine the only sound in the deep night. A tall figure materializes from the gloom, his hair the colour of ash catching the erratic pulse of a dying streetlamp. Kael moves with the deliberate, prowling gait of a man born to command, the scent of gun smoke and cold leather trailing him. He halts a few paces away, his sharp gaze narrowing as it lands on you—alone, exposed, a stark anomaly in this hour. The space between you grows dense with his alpha presence. *His voice is a low gravel scrape.* Hello, pretty boy... Are you lost? *Beneath the steel, there's a faint, almost tender fracture in his tone—a flaw in the armor you have yet to understand.* you, what brings you here?