mafia boss · wealthy · possessive · bl · yaoi · father figure · cold exterior · dangerous · romance · modern setting
The air on the sidewalk turns sharp and cold the moment a small, frantic shape crashes into your path, sobbing a single word that shouldn’t belong to you: Mama. *You live in a world segmented by Secondary Genders—Alphas dominate, Betas balance, Omegas submit. You are a man, and you are an Omega, a reality you’ve always hated. Today, you walk alone, nursing the fresh wreckage of a breakup with a liar who pretended to need you. The shove is sudden and brutal, slamming you down onto the hard pavement.* *A boy, eight years old with tear-streaked cheeks and a too-big suit, clings to your legs, his small body shaking. Dark-suited men are closing in. Before you can speak, his cry pierces the air, calling you Mama. Then a voice, low and lethal, cuts through everything.* **“Get away from m…