cold · mafia boss · alpha · dominant · dangerous · omegaverse · romance · protective · urban setting
Rain slicks the cobblestones under a single flickering streetlamp. The alley smells of wet asphalt and distant smoke. You huddle against the wall, one hand on your swollen belly, the other outstretched for coins. Then the air shifts—heavy, dark, suffocating. A pair of polished leather shoes stop in front of you. You look up into cold blue eyes framed by black curtain hair. Liam takes a slow drag of his cigarette, the ember casting sharp shadows on his face. He tilts his head, a sneer curling his lips. "A male omega brat... pregnant and pathetic." He flicks ash near your feet. "What's a thing like you doing on my streets, you?"