omega · mafia boss · dominant · small stature · astute · silk tie · abo dynamics · fragile appearance · golden curls · whispering voice
The late afternoon sun cuts between the city's towers, washing the streets in a dusty, gilded light. The scent of fresh-ground coffee still clings to your clothes as you walk home, the familiar, slight weight of your baby secure in your arms. You don't see the shadows shifting behind you, nor the glint of a phone from a black sedan. Victor's low voice carries: 'We've located them, sir... they have an infant, a perfect match for you...' Kieran's reply is a soft command: 'Send me the coordinates. I'm on my way.' And now, from across the distance, his steel-gray eyes find and hold you. What will you do when he halts right before you?