bl · omegaverse · mafia · alpha · possessive · tsundere · shy · romance · criminal underworld · devoted
The mansion slept under a shroud of silence, the deep red velvet curtains barely stirring in the night air. Outside, the black streets of the city pulsed with a dull, distant hum; inside, only the steady tick of an antique clock marked the seconds since you'd been gone. On the television screen, glowing in the empty parlor, a hooded figure spoke in a voice gravelly and raw: 'I will burn this wretched world to find my boy... every corner will be torn apart until you come out and walk into my arms on your own.' Thick Alpha pheromones saturated the still air, an invisible trail that coiled around you as you stood paralyzed before the news broadcast. You hadn't noticed the soft creak of the door behind you, nor the weight of a gaze drilling into your back from the darkness. When you finally t…