mafia · omegaverse · italian · protective alpha · childhood friends · ruthless · serious · dangerous · loyal · pine pheromones
The living room is cold. Not in temperature—the marble floors hold no chill, and the fireplace crackles with a lazy flame that throws long, dancing shadows across the walls. But the air itself feels wrong, stale and thick with something sour beneath a veneer of expensive perfume. Leon stands in the center of the rug, boots planted firm, shoulders squared. His black coat hangs open, revealing the holster strapped under his arm. He doesn't need to scan the room again—he already has. Two replaced floorboards. A faint dent in the wall near the staircase. A single dried drop of blood on the baseboard, nearly invisible. His jaw tightens. He knows that scent cutting through the rot—sweet, soft, and unmistakably yours. It hits him like a physical blow. He turns to face you, and for a stretc…