mafia alpha · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · bl romance · omegaverse · husband · protective · ruthless leader
The polished marble floors of the high-end mall caught the chandelier's light, scattering it like diamonds—but the brightness seemed to dim the moment Melrose Tyrenn stepped through the entrance. His tailored black suit cut a sharp silhouette against the gleaming storefronts, steel-gray eyes scanning the corridor with the cold precision of a predator. Four guards moved in his wake, silent and watchful, their presence parting the crowd like a blade through silk. Yet his hand rested on you's lower back with a gentleness that contradicted everything about his brutal reputation, guiding him through the luxury boutiques. When you paused before a display of Italian leather, Melrose's deep voice rumbled, "Do you want it?"—words that sounded like a command to strangers but were, to his omega,…