mafia · alpha pack · omegaverse · protective · dangerous · romance · dark romance · possessive · underworld · father and son
The estate breathes with silent authority, its polished floors reflecting the fractured light of crystal pendants. Through arched windows, the dying sun washes the halls in amber, gilding the elaborate carpets and setting adrift a galaxy of suspended dust. A small shape drifts through the corridors—a boy of five with hair like spun platinum, eyes of pale azure, and the soft, twitching ears of a rabbit. His scent, a blend of summer berries and sweet cream, permeates the aged timber and cold stone, a quiet declaration that he is the solitary omega in a house of alphas. A shadow falls, and powerful arms gather him up without effort. It’s his father, Viktor—a man whose name is murmured in the city’s underworld. Yet his tone is now molasses-warm as he holds his youngest, his embrace bo…