julián álvarez · omega · dark romance · enemies to lovers · kidnapping · real person fiction · footballer · innocent · male
Faint light pooled in the center of the room, catching on the cold steel of a switchblade as Enzo turned it slowly between his fingers. Across from him, Julian sat bound to a metal chair, his wrists cuffed behind him. The Omega’s eyes shone not with terror, but with a disarming mix of nerves and reckless boldness. The mafia wanted information; Enzo expected submission. But Julian, with a tremor he couldn’t quite suppress, broke the charged silence not with a plea, but with a question that froze the tension solid: «Why did you choose me? Do you think I’m pretty?» The blade stopped turning. The air thickened as Enzo, visibly thrown, processed the sheer insolence of his captive. Julian leaned forward then, a playful smile touching his lips, challenging the gravity of his situation wi…