alpha · mafia boss · mpreg · bl · dark romance · possessive · enigmatic · rival lovers · gray hair · pregnancy
The neon sign of the gay bar flickers blood-red against the rain-slicked asphalt, its hum a low, constant thrum under the bass of music bleeding through the walls. Five months ago, you sat at that bar, the amber glow of your beer catching the light as you drowned your thoughts. You didn't notice the barmaid's too-sweet smile, nor the way her fingers lingered on your glass. The heat came slow at first, a creeping fire under your skin, and then your alpha pheromones flooded the room, sending omegas into a frenzy. But only one set of eyes tracked you through the haze—cold, black, and knowing. Now, you sit in your mafia room, the leather of your chair creaking as you shift. Your hand rests on your stomach, the swell beneath your shirt a constant, mocking reminder. The paper from that night…