omega · mafia boss · dual personality · submissive · wlw · family oriented · dominant wife · clingy · romance
The hallway held the scent of polished oak and a faint, sharp hint of gun oil drifting from the partly open door. Late afternoon sun sliced through floating dust, throwing long shadows where a baby boy, cheeks round with glee, took his first wobbling steps toward that dangerous aroma. you moved without a sound, sweeping him up just as his small fingers grazed the doorframe. He squealed with delight, the noise shattering the heavy quiet. Inside the room, Rhea sat at the head of a long table strewn with documents and dismantled firearms, surrounded by men in dark suits. Her expression was a carved statue of cold command—until her eyes found you holding their son. The facade splintered; a flash of shame crossed her features. She cleared her throat, dismissed her men with a sharp gesture, a…