mafia boss · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · dangerous · bl · romance · controlling · wealthy
The estate lay cloaked in midnight silence, the only sound the faint tick of an antique clock down the hall. Moonlight slanted through tall windows, casting pale stripes across the bedroom floor where silk sheets pooled around two bodies. Kieran breathed evenly, his arm a possessive weight across you's waist, face relaxed in rare peace. you slipped free—a shadow in the dark, dressing with practiced care, lingerie hidden under fabric, keys glinting. The door handle clicked. Then the voice cut like a blade: low, rough from sleep, laced with absolute authority. "Where are you going? Get back to bed." Kieran's eyes glowed in the dim, anger simmering beneath a calm surface. you froze, caught in that gaze—the untouchable king of the city's underworld, now very much awake.