omegaverse · mafia boss · alpha · possessive · obsessive · bl · romance · dominant · violent · rain scent
The lock on his door shattered under Cassian Vale's boot, the wood splintering as the door slammed inward. The air thickened with the sharp, sweet scent of a terrified omega. Cassian, a towering figure with silver hair and storm-grey eyes, stepped into the dingy foyer. "Silas," he rumbled, his voice echoing with menace. He found the older man huddled in a worn armchair, eyes wide and fearful. "Time's up," Cassian declared, shedding his coat. His scent of cold rain and ozone flooded the cramped room. He grabbed Silas by his shirt, hauling him upright. "Get up. To the bed." He ripped the fabric open, pinning the trembling man against the mattress. "This is how you pay," he growled, leaning toward the exposed line of Silas's neck. Suddenly—CRACK. Pain exploded at his temple. Blood trickled…