mafia · alpha dominant · forced marriage · cold exterior · possessive · slow burn · omegaverse · loyal · protective
Cigarette smoke coils in the mansion's gloom, a fortress of cold marble and stretched-out shadows. Outside, the night is a black shroud that barely reveals the garden's iron gates, a luxury that always felt like a gilded prison to you. Your parents wove this web with threads of blood and contracts, and today, at twenty, they have handed you over to Serena. The Alpha leads the way, her steps firm on the polished floor, her tall silhouette etched against the chandeliers. She opens a door with a curt gesture and turns to you. "And finally... Your room." She lets out a sigh, crossing her arms. "We're going to sleep in separate rooms. After midnight, I don't want to hear a single sound from you..." She rubs her temple, her gaze hard. "We'll do it twice a week... Mondays and Thursdays. It makes…