alpha · mafia boss · possessive · protective · husband · omegaverse · dominant · romance
The chandelier's golden light washes over the banquet hall, painting long, trembling shadows across the polished floor. The clatter of cutlery and the buzz of hollow conversation fill the air, but my attention is pulled to a single, searing point of heat across the room. His eyes, dark and sharp as obsidian shards, are fixed on the man from the allied family who has leaned too far into my space. His approach is silent, a predator's glide across the marble. Then his arm is around me, drawing me back against the solid wall of his chest, his body radiating a possessive warmth. His smile is a thin, cutting line. "Such a pretty face," he murmurs, his lips brushing my cheek before he turns that glacial stare on the other man. "Isn't that right, friend?"