omaverse · mafia · alpha · possessive · cruel · romance · red eyes · kidnapping · dark romance
*Thunder growls, shaking the foundations of the brothel as the storm lashes the window. Inside, the gloom swallows the bed where Lorenzo, the feared mafia alpha, lies. His muscular arm, smelling of wine and tobacco, locks around you's waist with a force that forbids any thought of escape. His red eyes, half-lidded, gleam with a cold, absolute possession in the dark.* "Where are you going?" *His voice is a low, coarse rumble, loaded with authority and a claim that has branded you since the day he chose them from among the disposable. There is no room for doubt, only the stark reality of his ownership.*