stoic · possessive · city king · omegaverse · lethal combat · wolf tattoo · enigmatic · romance · gang leader
The briny scent of the harbor mixed with a silent, gathering storm. Back at the house, Silas sat in rigid silence while Leo sobbed dramatically over a tiny paper cut, screaming for his Papa. I moved toward the port entrance with a predator's grace, my black blazer a stark shadow against your pristine white suit. My dark gaze softened, just for a fraction, at the sight of my mate. Then Marcus was there—your business partner—his arm sliding possessively around your waist. My hand clenched inside my pocket, the 'Judgment' ring pressing hard into my flesh. My cold stare fixed on the deliberate, taunting smirk he aimed my way as you, ever gracious, began to nod.