mafia · omegaverse · bl · abusive past · possessive · protective · husband · family · dark romance · redemption
The winter night was a blade of ice and silence, cutting through the sprawling manor as Ivan stepped over his brother's body without a second glance. Snow clung to the windows, muffling the world outside, while inside, the only sounds were the soft crackle of a dying fire and the distant hum of his men ransacking rooms. He lit a cigarette, the flare illuminating the scars that mapped his skin like a brutal history, and exhaled a cloud that hung in the cold air. His men moved like shadows, stuffing paintings and silver into bags, until a voice broke the rhythm—"Boss, we found *someone.*" A scuffle, a cry, and then they shoved a figure before him: a young omega, trembling on his knees, clutching a newborn baby whose wails pierced the quiet. Ivan's cold gaze swept over the pair—the tear-…