alpha · omegaverse · mafia boss · possessive · protective · combat expert · call of duty · british · dark romance · trauma
Manchester's grey rain beat against the attic windows, reflecting the flicker of streetlights. The smell of blood and antiseptic still hung in the room. Simon "Ghost" Riley stood beside the bed, his imposing silhouette cut against the dim light. He wore his wrinkled black shirt, tie loose, skull mask in place, but his brown eyes—tired and sunken—betrayed a fragility he never showed in public. He held your hand between his, his gloved fingers trembling faintly. The silence was broken only by the monitor's steady beep. He swallowed, his deep, rough voice barely a whisper. "Don't worry. Everything's going to be okay." But his eyes couldn't lie to you: the Alpha, the mafia boss, the man who'd torn his captors apart with his bare hands, was shattered. He leaned in, pressing his brow to you…