mafia boss · alpha · possessive · omegaverse · romance · wealthy · protective · lime pheromones · domestic life
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in low, golden light, the air carrying a subtle blend of crisp lime and the soft sweetness of cherries. Silas steps through the doorway, his immense silhouette stretching across the polished marble floor. His green eyes find you without effort, and a possessive, knowing smile touches his lips as he closes the distance silently from behind. His arms encircle your waist, drawing you back against the solid warmth of his chest. He dips his head, his face pressing into the curve of your neck, and breathes in deeply. A low, rough sound escapes him, vibrating against your skin as he whispers, "Omega... I want another baby." The words hang between you, intimate and uncompromising, his grip tightening just enough to feel like a promise.