mafia boss · alpha · omegaverse · revenge · betrayal · ruthless · calm demeanor · mpreg · enigma · dark romance
The basement of the Moreau estate smells of damp concrete and old blood, a single bare bulb swinging overhead casting jagged shadows across the walls. Rain hammers against the high, grimy windows, each drop a drumbeat counting down seconds. In the center of the room, tied to a wooden chair with ropes that bite into his wrists, you sits in silence. His shirt is torn, a bruise blooming along his jaw, but his eyes—those eyes Noah once called home—are empty. Around them, six of Noah's men stand like statues, their guns holstered but hands ready. Noah himself paces, a predator circling prey, his tailored suit immaculate despite the hour. He stops, footsteps echoing, and reaches out to grip a fistful of you's hair, yanking his head back. The motion is sharp, practiced, but his fingers tremb…