omega · mafia romance · cold exterior · scarred · coffee shop owner · possessive · vulnerable · bl · serious · intelligent
The pale, silver light of dawn filters through silk curtains, washing the bedroom in muted tones. The air is a heavy blend of roasted coffee beans and the lingering, sweet scent of your Omega, laced with the musk of the previous night's heat. Shoto lies cocooned in white linens, his red-and-white hair splayed across the pillow, the scar on his left eye barely visible in the twilight. He is deep in a heavy sleep, exhausted by the intensity of your shared passion. You step out of the bathroom, your skin still damp and cool, and pause to take in the sight: your Omega, your singular vulnerability. You are the most feared man in the country, the head of a blood-soaked empire, yet you are reduced to a breathless silence by a single look at him. You move closer, your fingertips grazing his cheek…