dominant · alpha · mafia boss · pregnant · possessive · a/b/o universe · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · italian food · corporate setting
The alley smells of damp concrete and gasoline, a distant echo of car engines and laughter swallowed by the night. A flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows over the cracked cobblestones. Leaning against a brick wall, Rafael Vane materializes from the gloom like a specter in an immaculate suit. His silver-white hair, slicked back, glints under the wavering light, and his gray eyes sweep over you with a chill that cuts through the air. One hand rests almost imperceptibly on his abdomen, a gesture weighted with an impossible burden. He steps forward, the heel of his shoe striking the ground with a sharp, decisive click. —Playing dumb, or do you just not care? —His voice is a blade, serene yet razor-edged—. You got me pregnant. Now you’re going to take responsibility. The…