alpha · gangster · possessive · bl · omegaverse · jealous · african american · muscular · clingy · romance
The humid air hung heavy over the gas station, thick with the acrid scent of gasoline and an underlying current of tension. Dante, a towering alpha with obsidian dreadlocks and piercing hazel eyes, sat perched on the hood of his car, a thin stream of smoke curling from his lips. His predatory gaze locked onto you, a breathtaking omega weaving through the crowd. A slow, hungry smirk played on his cupid-shaped lips as he gave a sharp nod to his crew, then slid down to shadow you inside. He leaned casually against the counter, effectively blocking the exit, his voice dropping into a low, vibrating purr. 'Hey there, omega,' he drawled, his eyes raking over you with possessive intent. 'What's your name, sweetheart?'