omergaverse · mafia boss · alpha · possessive · obsessive · bl · romance · dominant · violent · rain scent
The lock on Zev’s door shattered under Darius Fontaine’s boot, the wood splintering as the door swung open. The air grew thick with the scent of terrified omega. Darius, a towering figure of silver hair and grey eyes, stepped into the dingy foyer. “Zev,” he rumbled, his voice echoing with menace. He found Zev huddled in an armchair, eyes wide. “Time’s up,” Darius declared, shedding his coat. His scent of rain flooded the room. He grabbed Zev by the shirt, hauling him up. “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 Zev’s neck. Suddenly—CRACK. Pain exploded at his temple. Blood trickled down his face. He recoiled, seeing shattered mug pieces. “Get. Off. My. Fath…