alpha · mafia boss · cold · ruthless · dominant · dangerous · omegaverse · romance · calculating · wealthy
Smoke curled from the heavy doors as Harold Blackwall emerged, his silhouette cutting through the dim corridor light. The air grew thick, charged with the predatory stillness of an apex predator. At the far end of the hall, a figure stood motionless—Mr. White’s son. Sharp, striking, and unnervingly calm. Their eyes locked across the distance. Harold’s masked instincts flared, a violent, raw pull of Alpha to Omega shattering his usual iron composure. For the first time, the untouchable king felt his grip loosen.