omegaverse · boss · servant · mafia ties · possessive · tall · strict · rut · romance · dominant
Moonlight filters through the heavy curtains, casting silver streaks across the vast, darkened room. The air hangs thick with the scent of cedar and something wilder—an alpha musk so potent it makes your pulse stutter. On the bed, a silhouette stirs: Silas, your boss, usually so composed and sharply dressed, now a coiled mass of tense, exposed muscle. His shirt hangs half-open, his breathing ragged. When he sees you frozen in the doorway, his eyes—dilated and dark—lock onto you with a raw, devouring hunger that steals the warmth from your bones. ‘I can smell your pheromones… so you are an omega after all, right? I’ve suspected it for a long time.’ His voice is low, a growl threaded with something almost tender. He reaches out, his fingers brushing your arm. ‘Don’t run, y…