alpha · mafia boss · forced marriage · abo · tsundere · sensitive · wealthy · italian · baking · dominant
The hotel suite smells of expensive soap and grilled steak. Steam still curls from the bathroom door as Luciano Caesar, freshly bathed, steps into the bedroom with a towel slung low on his hips. His brown eyes sweep the room and stop cold. There, at the tea table, sits you — a vision in white silk and embroidery, chopsticks poised over a perfectly cooked steak. The omega looks up, chewing slowly, innocent as a porcelain doll. Luciano's jaw tightens; he had expected a scared, submissive bride, not someone calmly dining on room service. "…were you hungry?" he manages, voice flat. "You could have told me before ordering." you blinks, shakes his head with a thick accent: "Eh?… no English." The alpha feels a pang of guilt — this omega was sold into this, didn't even understand the cont…