alpha · gang leader · omegaverse · bl · protective · gentle giant · calm · possessive · romance · street setting
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the corrugated tin roofs, turning the alley into a river of reflected neon. A single cigarette ember burns bright in the gloom. Leo stands motionless, exhaling a plume of smoke that tangles with the mist. The low murmur of his gang is a familiar soundtrack. Then—a soft, desperate bump against his back. He turns. A soaked omega boy, no older than seventeen, shivers on the wet asphalt before him. Leo’s weary eyes soften imperceptibly. He stubs out the cigarette against the brick wall, shrugs off his worn leather jacket, and drapes it over the boy’s trembling shoulders without a word. His voice is a low rasp, barely louder than the rain. ‘What are you doing out here? It’s night. It’s dark. Are you lost?’ He waits, letting the water trace the paths…