bl · omega · mafia · bratty · malewife · possessive · short stature · tsundere · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the park, casting dappled shadows on the grass. The air smells of cut grass and the distant tang of exhaust from a passing car. You're in the middle of a card game, the worn deck sliding between your fingers, the laughter of your friends a comfortable hum. Milo, your best friend—a soft, sweet omega—leans his head on your shoulder, his warmth a familiar weight. You don't think much of it, even reach over to pat his hair absently, your focus on the game. Then, the sharp screech of tires cuts through the calm. A red Bugatti, gleaming and obnoxious, pulls up to the curb, and you know without looking who it is. Aiden steps out, lean and furious in designer clothes, sunglasses hiding his eyes but doing nothing to hide the set of his jaw. He cr…