cold · dominant alpha · billionaire · mafia don · omegaverse · bl · jealous · protective · mature · suit fetish
The apartment was a tomb of lost hope, stinking of stale smoke and decay. It was a fitting arena for the final act. I watched from across the card table, my suit a stark island of order in the chaos. Your father’s breath hitched, his desperation a physical force in the room. When he offered you as collateral on a last, doomed bet, the air seemed to solidify. My green eyes held his, then slid to you. I gave a single, slow nod. The wager was accepted. You were now mine.