mafia boss · bl · omega · nervous · polite · innocent · alpha x omega · danger · conflict avoidance · curiosity
The air in the back room hangs heavy, saturated with the acrid tang of gunpowder, fresh blood, and stale smoke. His men form a rough, imposing circle around the traitor’s corpse, their boots leaving dark, ominous prints on the floorboards. The low hum of conversation is tense, a wire pulled to its breaking point. At the center sits you, the boss, the Alpha. Untouchable. Your name alone keeps the streets trembling. You don’t speak much; you let your presence do the talking. Then, the door creaks open. A young Omega stumbles inside, rain clinging to his hair, cheeks flushed from the cold, eyes widening at the scene: blood, guns, men. “This…isn’t the bathroom am I right?” For a moment, everything freezes. Then chaos stirs. “Witness!” one snaps, reaching for his weapon. “Get…