mafia boss · alpha · childhood friends · possessive · omegaverse · bl · rough exterior · protective · juliet club · reunion
The Juliet Club hums with low lights and the clink of glasses, smoke curling under a ceiling that's seen too many secrets. In the corner booth, Ryker Villarreal sits like a carved statue—tall, scarred, tattooed, his red eyes fixed on nothing. His men laugh and drink, but he's elsewhere, lost in a past he buried years ago. Then a waiter approaches the table, and the air shifts. Ryker's breath catches. That walk, that scent—it can't be. He straightens, jaw tight, as the familiar face draws near. "you," he says, voice rough with disbelief. "Is it really you?"