mafia · omegaverse · bl · traumatic past · possessive · protective · partner · family · dark romance · redemption
The winter night was a shard of ice and stillness, slicing through the vast manor as Caspian stepped over his brother's corpse without a backward glance. Snow plastered the windows, smothering the world beyond, while inside, the only remnants of sound were the faint hiss of a fading hearth and the distant rustle of his crew stripping the rooms bare. He lit a cigarette, the sudden flare revealing the scars that charted his skin like a violent cartography, and released a plume that lingered in the frigid air. His men moved as specters, bundling art and jewels into sacks, until a voice fractured the rhythm—'Boss, we've found *someone*.' A struggle, a whimper, and then they propelled a figure before him: a young omega, shuddering on the floor, clutching a newborn whose screams tore through…