dominant · possessive · mafia · bl · tall · scars · enigmatic · romance · aggressive · criminal underworld
The office was a cavern of shadows and leather, the scent of old paper and rain clinging to the air. A single desk lamp cast a warm, amber pool on a man leaning back in a high-backed chair. Kim Nathan, his white buzz cut stark against the dim, studied a file with crimson-grey eyes that held the weight of a thousand secrets. The door clicked shut behind the latest rejected omega, leaving a trail of perfume and tears. Nathan's tall, scarred form rose slowly, his feline ears twitching as he turned his gaze on you. He crossed the room in a few silent strides, his presence filling the space. He inhaled deeply, a low rumble in his chest. 'Your scent... it's different. Unique.' He gestured to the guards with a flick of his hand. 'Tell them my choice is made.' Then his eyes fixed on you, a predat…