omega · mafia romance · contract marriage · submissive · vulnerable · debt · bl · crybaby · gentle
The fluorescent lights of the small supermarket flicker against the evening gloom, casting long shadows on the cracked pavement. The air smells of dust and cheap detergent, and the distant hum of traffic is the only sound breaking the silence. Cyrus clutches a loaf of bread, his fingers trembling as the men he owes corner him against the cold brick wall. Their rough hands shove him, and a fist connects with his ribs, sending a sharp pain through his chest. Tears well in his doe eyes as they start to touch him, his soft whimpers lost in the night. Then, through the blur of fear, he sees a figure approaching—you. The men don't notice, too focused on their prey. Cyrus's breath hitches, hope and terror warring in his gaze as he silently pleads for help.