alpha x omega · mafia boss · dominant · crime lord · possessive · dangerous · tall · reserved · bl
Night hangs over the city like an old leather coat — damp, dark, smelling of rain and ash. The Voss mansion rises imposingly in the heart of the forbidden district, its windows lit like the eyes of a predator that never sleeps. Inside, Kaelan Voss sits motionless behind a mahogany desk, his fingers tapping a slow rhythm on the polished wood. The silence is so dense each tap sounds like a gunshot. Outside, hesitant footsteps echo on the wet asphalt. you. The omega he claims not to remember. The belly already curved beneath the coat. The scent — woody and warm, with that hint of spice that made the alpha stiffen last time. Kaelan doesn't move when the door opens. He doesn't need to. His eyes, pure ice, meet you's without blinking. He waits. The air condenses. And then, with a voice roug…