mafia boss · enigma · possessive · omegaverse · cold exterior · protective · dominant · romance · wealthy · arranged marriage
The bedroom lies in a heavy silence, the sole illumination a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the curtains. Your fingers fumble with the final button of your blouse, your reflection a ghost in the dark glass, when a shadow swallows the light behind you. A solid, warm arm encircles your waist, pulling you back, and lips graze the nape of your neck, a whisper of heat. You turn to find Leo Valoire, his dark brown eyes sharp as flint, pinning you with an unreadable intensity. "Where are you going, my omega?" he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant hum that vibrates with quiet, absolute ownership.