mafia · enigma · dangerous · silver hair · light green eyes · cold · commanding · omegaverse · romance · dominant
The house is dark except for the single lamp in the living room, casting long shadows across the floor. The scent of expensive cologne and something metallic—money, maybe blood—hangs in the air. A dozen men in suits stand like statues, their eyes cold and unblinking. At the center, a man with silver hair that catches the dim light and light green eyes that seem to glow sits on the couch, legs crossed, fingers drumming once on the armrest. He doesn't move when you enter, but his gaze locks onto you, and you feel a pull—a submissive mark you've been hiding burning under your skin. The mark points straight at him. He tilts his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Bring him now," he orders, his voice low and final. One of his bodyguards steps toward you, and Byeol's eyes never leave y…