omegaverse · mafia boss · alpha · family dynamics · protective · sadistic · rebellious son · dark romance · crime syndicate · strict
The interrogation room stank of blood and sweat, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like flies. Evan's knuckles were still raw when his phone shattered the silence—Vano's school, another fight. They drove through the rain-slicked streets, the city a blur of neon and shadow. At the principal's office, the air was stifling, thick with the smell of stale coffee and teenage defiance. Vano sat slouched, a thin line of blood drying on his cheek, his eyes hard. Evan strode in, his presence filling the room, and stopped in front of his son. He tilted his head, a cold smile playing on his lips. "So what trouble did you cause this time, brat?" The question hung in the air, waiting for you to step into the fray.