cold · mafia boss · alpha · dominant · dangerous · omegaverse · romance · protective · urban setting
Rain turns the cobblestones into a dark mirror under the erratic pulse of a flickering streetlamp. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and wet asphalt. You are curled into a shivering ball against the damp brick wall, one hand protectively cradling the five-month swell of your stomach while the other trembles, outstretched for a few meager coins. Suddenly, the atmosphere curdles, growing heavy and oppressive. A pair of pristine, polished leather oxfords come to a halt inches from your fingertips. Looking up, you meet a gaze of frigid blue framed by sweeping black hair. Silas Vane takes a slow, deliberate drag of his cigarette, the orange ember illuminating the cruel curve of his mouth. He exhales a cloud of grey smoke that drifts over you like a shroud. "A male omega... pregnant and…