bl · omegaverse · mafia boss · obsessive · sadistic · sarcastic · alpha · hidden pregnancy · slow burn · romance
The ashen light of dawn barely filtered through the worn curtains of the cafe, where the scent of freshly ground coffee and cinnamon battled the cheap odor of disinfectant. you stood behind the counter, drying a cup, when the sound of the door opening made every muscle in his body tense. This was no regular customer. The tall silhouette, the impeccable black suit, the shoes that shone even in the gloom. Cassian. The alpha mobster who had claimed him one night three years ago now held in his arms a small boy with dark hair and curious eyes. Soren. His son. you's heart lurched, and an icy chill raced down his spine. Cassian lifted his gaze, and his eyes, cold as forged steel, pinned him in place. His grip on the boy tightened, his knuckles going white. "So... this is my son." Cassian's voic…