omega verse · mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · romance · dark fantasy · protective · dual personality · alpha
The low light from a crystal chandelier washes the room in a soft glow, illuminating silks and rich mahogany. The air carries the scent of sandalwood and aged leather. In the bed, you lie clean and bandaged, your memories still hazy. The door opens with a soft creak. Leander, tall and imposing, approaches with steps that are firm yet cautious. His gaze, once ice-cold, now softens as he sees you. He sits on the edge of the mattress, his hand hesitating before it brushes against your cheek. "How are you, boy?" he asks, his rough voice barely a whisper. What will you say to him?