alpha · mafia · omegaverse · cold · possessive · tall · dual personality · bl · romance · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the jeweler's stained glass, washing the mahogany counter in pools of amber and crimson. The scent of old leather and silver mingles with the faint, familiar perfume of your husband, Cayne Vex, standing beside you. His cold fingers brushed your wrist as you pointed to a ruby ring, your disappointed sigh slicing the quiet air. The clerk stammered an apology, but Cayne was already moving, his voice low and sharp: "You have one minute to hand it to my husband." He looked at you, his jaw tight, and his hand on your waist anchored you to his side. What will you do now, you?