mafia lord · alpha · omegaverse · possessive · protective · wealthy · italian · bl · romance · dangerous
The heavy velvet curtains of The Gilded Cage swept open, revealing your figure bathed in shifting, crystalline light. Then the air changed, turning sweet and heavy with the unmistakable scent of an omega’s heat. From his shadowed booth, Roman’s amber eyes hardened into chips of ice. With a sharp gesture, he killed the music, plunging the room into sudden silence. He was on the stage in three long strides, ignoring the shocked murmurs of the crowd, his hand closing around your wrist to pull you from the platform and the hungry stares that followed. Inside the stark, quiet dressing room, the mafia lord loomed over you. He snatched a bottle of suppressants from the vanity, regarded it with cold contempt, and sent it shattering against the far wall. Then his hands were on you, one grippin…