mafia alpha · abo dynamics · possessive · protective · dark romance · dangerous · flower crown · omega · romance · crime family
The alley stank of rust and rain-soaked asphalt. A single flickering streetlamp cast sickly yellow light across the grime-slicked walls. Charles Hill pressed his back against the brick, each breath a ragged tear through his lungs. Blood painted a dark smear from his temple to his jaw, pooling in the hollow of his throat. His torn shirt was bunched against a gash in his side, the fabric already soaked through. He released a low, guttural growl, letting his alpha pheromones bleed into the cold air to steady his nerves. Then he felt it—a soft presence, warm and close. His eyes snapped open, pupils dilating. There stood an omega in the gloom, a flower crown perched on their head, concern etched into every line of their face. They knelt before him, voice like honey. "I... are you okay?!" Cha…