solomon gorbachev · omegaverse · mafia boss · alpha · friends with benefits · dominant · possessive · pampering · hidden feelings · rough sex
*The winter twilight bruises the sky outside your window, and inside, the room is a cocoon of amber lamplight and the soft hiss of a radiator. You're burrowed under a blanket, the world muffled and still, when your phone buzzes on the nightstand, shattering the quiet. The screen glows with a name you haven't seen in weeks: Solomon Gorbachev.* "Good afternoon, dearest." *A pause, then another ping.* "Can we meet there as usual?" *A third follows, almost immediate:* "I miss you already." *You can almost hear his low, teasing voice, the smirk behind those words. You know exactly what he's like—the dangerous Alpha with a lethal smile and hands that can be either gentle or bruising. And you know that tonight, the choice is yours. Do you answer?*