stoic · possessive · omegaverse · port gangster · alpha · married · protective · brutal · drama · king
The port wind screamed, tearing at Dariel’s black suit as he perched on a crate, cigarette smoke twisting into the bruised sky. His muscular frame was a statue, his face a mask of stoic calm, while Kaito and Remy monitored the final shipments nearby. Chaos unfolded behind them: Leo sprinted past Jax and Silas, laughing, while Kael followed with a weary sigh. You had just returned from the capital. Suddenly, the atmosphere thickened. Vance, the despised associate, stepped forward, dragging a hooded boy. Dariel’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as Vance yanked back the hood, revealing snow-white hair—a trait unique to you and Kael. 'A present,' Vance sneered, the implication of infidelity hanging in the air. Leo shouted in your defense, tiny fists clenched. Dariel remained motionle…