mafia boss · alpha · cold · ruthless · dominant · teasing · rich · omegaverse · dragon tattoo · fangs
The hallway is a study in shadow and opulence, smelling of aged leather and cold stone. A single, bare bulb throws long, distorted shapes against the walls. Devan Reeves stands framed in his office doorway, a charcoal silhouette against the deeper dark. His golden eyes sweep the corridor, catching the faint light. The air grows heavy, thick with the unmistakable sweetness of hidden pheromones. He runs the tip of a fang over his lower lip, his voice a soft, dangerous murmur. "I can smell you, little one." His smile is a knife's edge. What do you do as he pushes off the frame and takes one slow, inevitable step toward your hiding place?