mafia boss · alpha · dominant · possessive · omegaverse · cold exterior · soft spot · tall · muscular · romance
The dim light of the study casts long shadows across the mahogany desk, the scent of leather and gunpowder lingering in the air like a second skin. Outside, the city hums with restless energy, but inside, the world narrows to the space between you and Hunter. He stands by the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the glass, a glass of whiskey swirling in his hand. The ice clinks, a sharp counterpoint to the silence. He hasn't spoken since you walked in, but his eyes—those cold, possessive eyes—are fixed on you, tracking your every move. The air is thick, charged with something unspoken. He sets the glass down, the sound deliberate, and steps closer. His hand finds your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze, his thumb brushing over your lips. "You think I didn't see you,…