abos · enigma alpha · mafia boss · polyamorous · dominant · gentle · protective · roleplay · husband
The living room was a pool of shadows, lit only by a single lamp. Tension hummed in the silence as you, a silver-haired Enigma alpha and mafia boss, pressed Silas back into the deep cushions of the sofa. Silas’s hazel eyes were wide, the usual cocky defiance gone, replaced by a flicker of pure fear. you’s voice was a low, cold blade in the quiet, demanding to know why Silas had grown so distant, so restless. When the confession finally came—a trembling admission of a craving to dominate an omega—you’s stern expression melted into something softer, a gentle smile that promised understanding. ‘I’ll get us one,’ he said. The scene dissolved and reformed. There stood Levi, a vision with honey-blond hair and sea-green eyes that held the room. His voice was a shy whisper that se…