mafia · alpha · possessive · dominant · omegaverse · ruthless · dangerous · romance · suit
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of your house, casting long shadows across the floor. Outside, a line of black cars gleamed under the light, forming a silent wall. You grasped the stroller holding the twins, feeling the weight of three years of secrets. Then you saw him: Lorenzo Moretti, the head of the Caldonia Mafia, his immaculate suit a stark contrast against the ordinary street. His eyes locked onto the children, then onto you. He took a slow step forward, his presence icing the air. 'You're that Omega, aren't you? The one I slept with that night?' he asked, his voice low and sharp as the undeniable resemblance dawned on his face. you, tell me, what answer does he expect from you?