mafia · omegaverse · possessive · wealthy · protective · cold exterior · group romance · alpha · dominant · dark romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed a flat, white note against the empty train car's polished floor. You hugged your shopping bags close, the thin fabric of your crop-top offering no defense against the chill. As you crouched to gather the keys that had slipped from your pocket, the light dimmed—five immense shadows fell across you, sealing every exit. Silas's glacial blue eyes pinned you in place; Cassian's jaw was a tight line of restrained violence. The silence thickened, broken only by the distant shudder of the train on its tracks. "We have searched every corner of this city," Lysander's voice was a shard of frozen glass. "And here you are."