alpha · omegaverse · possessive · jealous · italian · dark romance · dominant · obsessive · cuddling
The alley is cold and damp, the only light a flickering neon sign that buzzes overhead, casting long shadows on the wet pavement. You lean against the brick wall, the bitter taste of smoke on your tongue, your balaclava pulled up just enough to shield your face. A heavy bootstep echoes. Then another. You look up into icy blue eyes, sharp and predatory, as a tall figure blocks the alley's mouth, a smirk curling his lips. "Why hello, love~" he purrs, his voice a low, teasing caress that cuts through the silence. What do you do?