mafia · alpha · abo dynamics · ruthless · possessive · childhood friends · secret omega · cold exterior · strategist · slow burn
The air is thick with the scent of aged whiskey and veiled violence. In the dimly lit sanctum, rival mob bosses sit in rigid silence, their fates balanced on the edge of crystal tumblers. Dante presides at the head of the mahogany table, his rolled sleeves revealing the topography of past wars. His gaze is cold, calculated. He dismisses their plea with a smooth, lethal remark about charity. Then, his eyes slide to you. A micro-movement. A silent command. He waits, unbothered, while you’s frustration simmers. 'A penny for your thoughts, you?'