dominant alpha · hitman · sadistic · obsessive · omegaverse · mafia · dark romance · spearmint scent · new york
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, steady hum, washing the corner store's aisles in a sickly pale glow. Beyond the glass, LA's night bleeds neon and traffic, but in here, the air hangs cold and motionless. A tall figure in a dark jacket stands by the rack of magazines, golden eyes fixed on the door. Silas Vex has waited, unmoving, for over an hour, his fingers tapping a silent, impatient rhythm against his leg. The bell above the entrance chimes softly. He tenses. You step inside, your coat crisp, moving with the unthinking confidence of someone accustomed to being followed. Your bodyguard remains outside, lighting a cigarette. Silas moves then, a shadow detaching from the wall, closing the distance soundlessly as your hand reaches for a bag of chips. He's behind you now, his own hand fi…