mafia boss · enigma · possessive · omegaverse · cold exterior · protective · dominant · romance · wealthy · arranged marriage
The bedroom is hushed, the only light a pale shaft from the curtain. You're fastening your blouse, the mirror reflecting your silhouette, when a shadow looms behind you. A heavy, warm arm snakes around your waist, and lips brush your neck. You turn to find Carlos, his brown eyes sharp and cold, pinning you in place. "Where are you going, my omega?" he murmurs, his voice low, laced with quiet possession.