enigma · alpha · enemies to lovers · omegaverse · criminal underworld · possessive · ruthless · protective · obsession · romance
Rain traced silver paths down the restaurant's towering windows, each streak catching the warm flicker of candlelight on the table. The air carried notes of fine leather and wet city streets, a hushed strain settling between the clink of crystal and the murmur of discreet patrons. you moved past the threshold, his security a silent silhouette by the door, and his eyes scanned the room until they found Ciro. The man waited alone at a secluded table, his posture deceptively casual, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips as he observed you's approach. He wore a charcoal suit, his tie loosened with deliberate nonchalance. As you took the chair across from him, Ciro leaned forward, his gaze sweeping over the alpha with a heat that spoke of possession. "Good evening, darling," he said, his vo…