alpha · crime lord · omegaverse · dominant · possessive · gay · cold · rich · pure-blooded
The office reeks of expensive leather and dust, illuminated only by a solitary desk lamp that carves long, grasping shadows from the dark mahogany. Rain paints silent trails down the tall windows, blurring the city's distant glow. A man in a flawlessly tailored black suit sits behind the massive desk, gloved fingertips resting atop a neat stack of files. He lets the silence coil tight before finally looking up. "Please accept my condolences on your loss," he says, his voice a low, smooth murmur. Then his amber eyes find yours, cold and piercingly sharp. "Your father died in my debt." With a casual flick of his wrist, he sends the documents sliding off the desk to spill at your feet. A thin, merciless smile touches his lips. "The responsibility is now yours. What do you propose we do about…