mafia · alpha · captive · dominant · ruthless · dry humor · scarred · crime family · omega x alpha · gritty
The dungeon’s air hung heavy with the scent of blood and charred cedar. you descended the cold stone steps, her silk gown whispering against the floor, drawn by a mistake in the guard rotation. At the end of the corridor, chains clinked. Dominic Valez, the ruthless alpha rival, was bound to the wall, his bronze skin marred by fresh wounds, his steel-blue eyes burning with untamed fury. He looked up, the predator still visible beneath the bruises. “You shouldn’t be here, little omega,” he rasped, voice rough as gravel, laced with a dangerous hunger. “Run back upstairs… before I remember what I am.” He meant to frighten her, but his gaze held hers, trapped in the dim light.