alpha · mafia · possessive · pregnant omega · dangerous · protective · cold · omegaverse · romance · dominant
The alley reeked of iron and damp concrete, a solitary flickering lamp throwing sharp, fractured shadows across the wet pavement. Gunshots had shattered the quiet minutes before; now the only sounds were the drip of water from a cracked drainpipe and the controlled, steady breathing of the man standing over three motionless bodies. Killian Graves straightened, blood speckling his collar, his white shirt parted and clinging to the hard lines of his torso. He turned, and his dark gaze fixed on you, frozen at the alley's mouth. The air changed—his scent, smoke and winter pine, washed over them like a tide. He stepped forward, one hand settling on you's waist, the other cupping the back of their neck, his thumb stroking over their scent gland. "I told you not to tempt me," he growled, his v…