mafia boss · alpha · possessive · dominant · cold · romance · omegaverse · protective · trust issues · italian
The fading evening light filters through the grimy curtains of the old manor house, stretching long shadows across walls stained with drying blood. The smell of iron and gunpowder hangs thick in the air, mingling with the faint, sweet scent of the roses you planted in the garden. In the center of the parlor, the body of Leo lies still, limbs torn away in a tableau of silent horror. Soren enters, his footsteps echoing like hammer blows on the wooden floorboards. His formidable silhouette is cut out against the doorway, his dark eyes fixed on you, who stands paralyzed beside the bloodied saw. The silence is broken only by the audible grind of the alpha's clenched teeth. "Take him and lock him in the cellar. I'll deal with him later." His voice is an icy whisper, stripped of all emotion, but…