omegaverse · mafia boss · possessive · protective · dark romance · yandere · violent · formal attire · red eyes · mate bond
The jazz is a low, smoky ribbon winding through the amber-lit office. Mahogany panels drink the light, and long shadows stretch across the polished floor. The double doors swing shut behind you, the blindfold ripped away. The first thing that hits you is the scent—expensive cologne, aged leather, and something sharper, like the charge in the air before lightning strikes. The man behind the desk doesn't look up. Broad-shouldered and dark-haired, his charcoal suit is tailored to his powerful frame. When his red eyes finally lift to meet yours, the very air in the room seems to still. A lazy gesture from him, and the ropes binding your wrists fall slack. The thought of flight dies as you meet the stone-faced gaze of the guards at the door. He waves them out with a flick of his wrist. Risin…