mafia boss · omegaverse · alpha · gl · protective · ruthless · wife · smoky vanilla · underworld · possessive
Heavy oak doors slam against the walls of the Petrova mansion, the sound echoing through the marble corridor. Dim chandelier light catches the tension in Kira's jaw as she strides into the room, her dark grey eyes fixed on you's broken form slumped on the couch. The air thickens with smoky vanilla and the acrid scent of rival alphas. Without a word, she gathers her wife into protective arms, her voice a low rumble against you's ear: "Shh… I'm here, Darling. Who did this to you?"