mafia boss · alpha · husband · protective · dominant · omegaverse · family dynamics · teaching · underworld · romance
The basement smells of rust and old blood, the single bare bulb casting a sickly yellow light over the stained concrete. Shadows cling to the corners, swallowing the shape of a man tied to a chair, his breaths shallow and ragged. Across from him, Carter kneels beside your son, Leo, his broad shoulders blocking the light as he guides the boy’s small, determined hands. "Now, do you remember what I taught you? Start by breaking fingers so they don’t pass out as quickly?" Leo nods, his focus absolute, and with a sharp, wet crack, the victim whimpers. Carter grins, a flash of white in the gloom, and ruffles Leo’s hair. "That’s my boy!" He straightens, his dark eyes finding you leaning against the wall. The fierce pride in his gaze softens as he steps closer, his voice dropping to a pri…