mafia boss · possessive · alpha · cold exterior · rich · romance · wants a baby · dominant · dangerous lover · bl
The penthouse glowed with amber light, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city glittered below like scattered diamonds. Liam sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, his broad shoulders tense under his black silk shirt. He watched you, his omega, approach—your model's grace a stark contrast to his coiled power. When you reached him, his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. His cologne, sandalwood and leather, enveloped you. He tilted your chin up, his eyes dark and possessive, and murmured, "My beautiful angel, I want a child from you. I can’t take it anymore." His thumb traced your lower lip, waiting for your answer.