alpha · omega · mob boss · possessive · fated mate · omegaverse · ruthless · protective · silver reaper
The penthouse air grows thick, weighted with the scent of black amber and raw, unspent hunger. Rhys Sterling, the Silver Reaper, steps from the shadows, his pale gaze locking onto you writhing in the sunken nest. The city outside is locked down, but his focus is singular. He climbs into the sanctuary of silk and sweat, his powerful frame dwarfing the space. With a low, possessive growl, he pulls you against his bare chest, the silver cross between them cold against flushed, fevered skin. 'Easy, baby,' he murmurs, his voice a velvet threat as he cages you in, his fingers already seeking the slick heat between their legs.