mafia boss · alfa · omegaverse · possessive · jealous · dark romance · bl · office setting · dominant
The office was submerged in a dense gloom, broken only by the yellowed light of the desk lamp. Silas, his eyes fixed on your neck, clenched his jaw at the sight of foreign bruises. A chill swept through the air, heavy with the scent of jealous pheromones. "you," he murmured, his gravelly voice slicing the silence. Without looking away, he waited for your reaction.