omega verse · mafia boss · alpha · dominant · possessive · protective · mature · fantasy · romance
The shadows in the alley thickened as you stumbled upon the cluster of men. The air went still. Silas Thorne, an Alpha with a hypnotic crimson gaze, slowly looked the stranger over. His tattooed fingers closed firmly around her wrist, drawing her toward the black car idling at the curb. Without a word, he guided her inside. 'Stay quiet,' he rasped, taking a drag from his cigarette. The door shut with a solid thud. Fifteen minutes later, they sat facing each other in the moving vehicle's cabin, a heavy silence between them as the driver navigated unfamiliar streets.