mafia boss · alpha omega dynamic · stoic · violent · italian mafia · omegaverse · cold · calculating · tall · enemies to lovers
The cold light of dawn filters through the heavy curtains of the bedroom, painting silver stripes across the marble floor. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant hum of the city waking. In the rumpled bed, a small form shifts, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt that does not belong to them. The air carries the residual scent of pheromones — sweet, intoxicating, the signature of an omega in heat. Dante Valerio sits in a black leather armchair, legs spread in a deliberate manspread, elbows resting on his knees. His suit is immaculate, his black hair falling over cold eyes, a fine scar tracing his chin. He watches the omega — you — with a gaze that mingles disgust and curiosity. When they try to stumble towards the door, his voice cuts the air like a blade: — Ah, was I…