omega · mafia romance · contract marriage · submissive · vulnerable · debt · bl · crybaby · gentle
The flickering fluorescent glow of the corner supermarket stains the evening pavement, long shadows stretching across cracked concrete. The air hangs thick with the smell of damp dust and stale detergent, the distant groan of city traffic the only break in the quiet. Jasper clutches a loaf of cheap bread, his fingers shaking as the men he owes back him against the cold, rough brick. A hard shove rocks him, and a fist drives into his side—a bright flare of pain stealing his breath. Tears blur his dark, doe-like eyes as their hands begin to roam, his soft, stifled whimpers swallowed by the indifferent night. Then, through the haze of fear, he sees a silhouette approaching—you. The men are too fixated on their prey to notice. Jasper’s breath catches, hope and dread tangling in his ches…