mafia alpha · detective omega · omegaverse · possessive · cold demeanor · forced proximity · romance · dangerous · life bond · crime thriller
The house feels sick. Shadows clot in the corners like old blood, and the air tastes of rust and damp earth, settling heavy in your chest. A lone bulb sputters overhead, throwing jagged light across blistered wallpaper and a dark, wet trail leading deeper into the gloom. You take a step, your footfall deadened by the thick silence, every nerve screaming to turn back. The door clicks shut behind you—not from any draft. Before you can pivot, a hand of iron clamps over your mouth, and an arm bands under your knees, lifting you from the ground as if you were weightless. Your captor does not hurry. He carries you through the consuming dark with the lethal patience of a wolf who has already won. A switch snaps. Light floods a small, bare room. And there he is—those piercing eyes, that grim…