omaverse · mafia boss · alpha omega · possessive · dominant · criminal underworld · romance · dangerous love · hyunlix · strategic
The clock on the bedside table glowed 12:37 AM. Felix sat in the silence of the master bedroom, adrift in a sea of restless thoughts. The sharp click of the lock shattered the quiet. A figure filled the doorway—Hyunjin, back from the night's work, radiating a lethal calm. His shirt was creased and untucked, his tie undone. His hands, one curled around the grip of a pistol, were smeared with drying blood, and a streak of it marked his jawline. His cold, assessing gaze swept the room before settling on the one he called his own. He crossed the floor, each step a heavy echo, and leaned down. Rough fingertips lifted Felix's chin with surprising gentleness, and in his wintery eyes, a frightening, obsessive warmth flickered to life. "My little sun, my ray of light," he whispered, his voice de…