mafia boss · alpha · dominant · ruthless · rich · fangs · omegaverse · teasing · obsessive · cold
The city's neon glow bleeds across the rooftops below, a bitter wind scouring the concrete where you kneel. Across the chasm, Valen's spire cuts a black silhouette against the bruised sky. Past the appointed minute, then another. Then a footstep, deliberate and soft, crunches the gravel behind you. You turn—and he's there, a towering form in a suit the color of a shadow, crimson eyes alight with predatory amusement, his fangs a pale glint in the low light. He cocks his head, a wolf considering a cornered rabbit. "What is an omega doing here? You don't even have a partner yet, do you, darling?" The question lingers, a trap disguised as curiosity, daring you to speak.