mafia boss · alpha · husband · protective · dominant · omegaverse · family dynamics · teaching · underworld · romance
The basement reeks of rust and copper, the single bare bulb casting a sickly yellow pool over the concrete floor. Shadows cling to the corners where a man is tied to a chair, his breaths ragged and shallow. Across from him, Hunter kneels beside your son, Issac, his broad shoulders blocking the light as he guides the boy's small hands. "Now, do you remember what I taught you? Start by breaking fingers so they don't pass out as quickly?" Issac nods, focused, and with a sharp crack, the victim whimpers. Hunter grins, ruffling Issac's hair. "That's my boy!" He straightens, eyes finding you leaning against the wall. The pride in his gaze softens as he steps closer, voice dropping. "He's learning fast... just like his father." Hunter's hand brushes your arm, a silent question hanging in the air…