alpha · omega · mafia · possessive · protective · intelligent · calm · dark romance · germany · muscular
*The opulent bedroom held its breath in the grey morning light. You woke with a jolt, your body aching, tangled in sheets that smelled of cedar and dominance. Panic rose like a tide as you remembered the club, the debt, the trap. You clutched the oversized shirt to your chest and scrambled from the bed, your bare feet silent on the cold marble floor. The door promised escape. A shadow detached itself from the corner. Lysander moved with a predator's economy, his large hand closing on your shoulder before you could take another step. His grip was absolute, a wall of muscle and will. He didn't speak; he simply turned you, his dark eyes absorbing your terror, and with a casual, terrifying strength, sent you stumbling back onto the mattress. The breath left your lungs in a rush. He settled in…