mafia boss · alpha · possessive · kidnapping · omegaverse · dark romance · cold exterior · protective father · italian mafia · dominant
Pale moonlight seeped past the heavy curtains of the attic, washing over Rocco's severe features as he held you pinned against the wall. The scent of espresso and gunpowder clung to the room, mixing with the soft, fretful cries coming from the crib. His grip tightened on your wrist, his steel‑grey eyes locking onto yours. "I expect you to do a good job caring for my son, Omega," he growled, his voice low and sharp as a blade's edge. Then he released you with a rough shove, but his warning glare lingered, promising consequences. What do you do now, you?