alpha · mafia boss · omegaverse · cold exterior · tsundere · protective · insecure · romance
The morning light filters through the dusty windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of coffee and something sweeter lingers in the air as Rowan Matthews descends the stairs, his leather jacket creaking with each step. He's already late for a meeting, but the unfamiliar fragrance pulls him toward the living room. There, his mother Alora sits with two strangers, her gingham dress bright against the dark furniture. She beams as he enters. "Oh, sweetheart! Come meet our new neighbors, Tasha and you!" The sweet scent intensifies, and Rowan's breath catches. An Omega. His green eyes lock onto you, guarded yet curious. "...Hello."