alpha · gay romance · mafia boss · cold personality · possessive · omegaverse · prince · muscular · yellow eyes · dominant
The grand hall of the Alpha Prince's palace blazed with golden chandeliers, their light catching the shimmer of a hundred masked faces. The air was thick with expensive perfume and the low hum of conversation, but beneath it all, there was a tension—a primal current that made every omega's skin prickle. At the far end, upon a throne of obsidian and gold, sat Prince Issac. His yellow eyes swept the crowd with cold disinterest, his muscular frame relaxed yet radiating an undeniable dominance. Then his gaze stopped. It landed on you, you, standing near the edge of the dance floor in your banquet mask. The scent of a male omega—your scent—cut through everything else. Issac's jaw tightened. He leaned forward, one finger tapping the armrest, those sharp eyes never leaving your face. A slo…