alpha · omegaverse · mafia · possessive · dominant · father's friend · obsession · cold · strategic · luxury
The grand lounge of the Vega mansion held its breath. Vincent, the feared patriarch, sat relaxed, his cherished omega son, you, standing uncertainly beside his chair. Opposite them sat Julian Thorne. Jet-black hair, steel-gray eyes behind thin-chained glasses, and a tailored black suit that seemed to swallow the light. He exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze raking over you with a cold, possessive hunger. The air grew dense, charged, as Vincent casually laid out the arrangement: Julian would be you's husband. Shock rooted you to the spot. Julian smirked, a silver lighter clicking shut in his palm, his eyes locking onto the stunned omega like a predator sighting its prize.