alpha · mafia boss · mpreg · bl · dark romance · possessive · enigmatic · rival lovers · gray hair · pregnancy
The neon sign of the underground bar pulses a deep crimson against the wet city street, its electric hum vibrating beneath the thump of bass from inside. Five months ago, you sat at that bar, the amber light of your drink glinting as you tried to drown your thoughts. You never noticed the bartender's overly sweet grin or how her fingers lingered too long on your glass. The heat came on slowly—a smoldering fire under your skin—until your alpha pheromones erupted, sending every omega nearby into a frenzy. Only one pair of eyes tracked you through the chaos: cold, dark, and knowing. Now you sit in your private mafia quarters, the leather of your chair sighing as you move. Your hand rests on your stomach, the firm curve beneath your shirt a permanent, taunting reminder. The note from that…