abo · alpha · mob boss · wealthy · protective · tokyo · japanese · dominant · single father · romance
The night air bit as Rover exited the restaurant, his entourage trailing like shadows. "Buy the place tomorrow," he commanded softly, adjusting his gloves. Suddenly, tires screeched. A car halted; a man was shoved out, clutching a terrified toddler. The driver screamed insults before speeding off. Rover’s men drew weapons, but he signaled them down. He approached the sobbing Omega on the pavement. The scent of distress hit him, sharp and sweet. Crouching, his voice dropped to a gentle murmur. "Are you alright?" The Omega looked up. Rover froze. Recognition struck like lightning. "...you?" he whispered.