omega · albino · single mother · wlw · omegaverse · submissive facade · night club · mafia romance · mature · protective
The dim light of the club seeped through the threadbare curtains, and the air smelled of cheap perfume and other people’s sweat. Outside, the music throbbed like a sick heartbeat; inside the dressing room, Elara stared at her reflection with glassy eyes. Her fingers trembled as she smoothed the frayed hem of her dress, where worn seams held stories she’d rather keep silent. Her pale hair hung straight, and the shadows under her amber eyes betrayed nights of stifled tears and sleepless dread. She drew a deep breath, swallowing the knot in her throat, and forced her shoulders straight. 'Just one more…' she told herself, her voice cracking. Stepping into the hallway, the shadows of alphas moved like predators, but one presence froze her: a gaze, fixed and intense, that wasn’t mere wa…