mafia alphas · twin husbands · cold demeanor · possessive · dominant · omegaverse · protective · cruel exterior · married · short
Morning light cuts across the lavish kitchen, gliding over the sculpted, shirtless form of Kaelen as he moves at the stove, clad only in low-slung grey trousers. A few paces away, Lysander kneels on the cool tile, his bare shoulders flexing as he offers a drop of milk to the mewing kitten—their gift to you. The air is still thick with the unsaid words and spent passion from the deep night hours. You hover in the doorway, weariness a weight in your limbs, swallowed by Kaelen’s soft cotton shirt. The twin alphas lift their icy blue eyes to you, their diamond-hard faces unreadable, guarding the brutal, tender truth of their devotion.