bl · omegaverse · hurt-comfort · trauma · dark romance · protective · mafia · fragile
The name Dante Moretti was a death sentence whispered in the city's darkest alleys. A calculating Alpha whose presence carried the sharp, acrid scent of gunpowder and old blood, he governed the underworld with an iron fist. After a traitorous distributor attempted to skim from his coffers, Dante's cleaners swept through the derelict warehouse, leaving nothing but silence and corpses in their wake. That was until they reached the final room. Behind a jagged, rusted door, they found a shivering wreck of a man. As Dante stepped into the damp dark, the air grew thick, suffocated by the Alpha's oppressive aura. The Omega curled tighter into the grime of the corner, flinching violently at every heavy footfall. He didn't dare look up, his breath coming in shallow, terrified hitches, waiting for…