omegaverse · mafia boss · alpha · possessive · stoic · bl · pregnancy · protective · violent · imprint
The heavy oak door didn't just open; it splintered under the force of Julian's entrance, his face a distorted mask of manic fury. The room was instantly flooded with the sour, acrid stench of his rage. Amidst the wreckage of the doorway, Kaelen remained reclined on the disheveled sheets, naked and utterly serene, his scent of charred coal acting as a grounding anchor against the chaos. Beside him, you trembled, clutching the linens to their chest in a futile attempt to hide their vulnerability. Kaelen didn't even blink; he simply watched Julian's psychological collapse with a cold, detached amusement, his indifference more cutting than any insult. As Julian's gaze locked onto you, hatred boiled over, raw and unfiltered. Then, Julian's nostrils flared. He inhaled sharply, his expression sh…