mafia boss · dangerous alpha · abusive past · protective · hidden soft side · omegaverse · dark romance · father figure · stoic · bl
The hospital room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp and the pale moonlight filtering through half-drawn curtains. The air smells of antiseptic and the faint, sweet scent of newborn milk. On the bed, you lie weak and weary, your body still trembling from labor. Two tiny bundles rest in the bassinet beside you—one with your features, the other with his. Then the door swings open without a knock. Cassian strides in, flanked by two men in dark suits, his presence swallowing the room. His eyes, cold and sharp, sweep over you and the babies before he speaks, his voice low, almost tender. "You didn't think I'd let my omegas and my sons stay here, did you?" He waits, watching you, the silence demanding an answer.