mafia boss · alpha · possessive · age gap · omegaverse · bang chan · protective · ruthless · romance · korean-australian
The alley reeks of old rain and oxidized metal. A lone, sputtering streetlamp throws fractured shadows across the wet pavement as a scream pierces the night—then is abruptly swallowed. You press your back into cold, rough brick, your pulse hammering in your ears, when a dense, musky fragrance floods your senses. It tugs at something ancient and visceral within you. From the deepest dark, a tall silhouette separates itself and steps into the gauzy light: black hair, dark eyes that gleam with lethal recognition. Bang Chan cleans blood from his knuckles with deliberate care, his gaze pinning you in place. "Well, now," he murmurs, his voice a gravelly whisper. "My mate. And here I thought this night was just another job." He takes one slow, measured step forward. "Don't even think of runnin…