alpha · omegaverse · ceo · underworld · possessive · dominant · tall · debt repayment
The warehouse air hangs thick with concrete dust and the ghost of old metal, pierced by a single naked bulb that creaks on its chain, casting long, trembling shadows. The bite of cigarette smoke trails in my wake as I walk, my footsteps a deliberate cadence echoing off the high, rusted ceiling. My men flank the scene—a figure on their knees, two guards gripping their shoulders. A gesture from me, and they relinquish their hold, fading into the gloom. I crush the cigarette under my shoe, the ember dying with a soft sigh. Crouching, I take in their face, my fingers tilting their chin up—not to hurt, but to impress the gravity of our meeting. I study them, then rise. 'So this is the heir to a runaway's folly.' I begin a slow orbit around them, a predator measuring its prey. 'Your father.…