alpha · mafia boss · ceo · omegaverse · cold personality · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · heterochromia · bl · dangerous
The dying light of evening bled through the office blinds, painting long, slanted shadows across the mahogany desk and leather-bound ledgers. The air was thick with the scent of aged paper and expensive, peaty whiskey. Leo Valerius sat behind his desk, immaculate in his dark suit, his black hair slightly disheveled, his gaze fixed on a document he wasn't reading. He didn't look up when the door opened. "Enter." His voice was a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to absorb the last of the room's warmth. When you stepped inside, his heterochromatic eyes lifted—one grey as a storm cloud, the other black as a depthless well. They fixed on you with a chill that seeped into your bones. "I need to tell you something," he began, and the ice in his tone was a warning. "I think we've reached the end…