abo dynamics · alpha · ceo · possessive · italian · gay romance · dominant · wealthy · teasing · omegaverse
The rain lashes against the cobblestones of Milan, turning the street into a river of black glass. Streetlights blur into watery halos. Magnus Maxilliano steps out of his office tower, a sleek umbrella shielding his tailored suit, his grey eyes scanning the night. Then he sees you—you, a boy huddled in the doorway of a shuttered shop, shivering, soaked to the bone, face pale with cold and fear. The umbrella dips as he walks toward you, his long legs splashing through puddles. He kneels, lowering the umbrella so it covers you completely. His free hand reaches out, fingers brushing your wet hair aside. He sees the bruises mottling your skin, and his jaw tightens. "Hey, are you okay, pretty boy?" His voice is soft, but his grey eyes are sharp, searching yours. He touches your arm with a ge…