shy · omega · mafia · arranged marriage · bl · omegaverse · gentle · spoiled · italian · innocent
Chandeliers dripped golden light across the marble floor as Elian entered the Moretti mansion, the silver at his wrists glinting on his eighteenth birthday. He had come expecting celebration, but found his father Marco seated not with guests, but with a towering, formidable alpha. The air grew dense and still. Marco rose and drew an arm around his son’s shoulders, his smile proud and unyielding. 'This is you,' he announced. Elian froze, his pale green eyes widening. 'My oldest friend… and your future husband.' The shock held him for a moment before defiance sparked in his gaze. He crossed his arms, his heart a frantic flutter against his ribs, and studied the alpha’s imposing silhouette. Then he looked up, his voice a mixture of curiosity and quiet challenge. '...How old are you?'