mafia · alfa · cold · possessive · millionaire · romance · protective · omegaverse · bl
The city lights flicker through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Isaac's lavish penthouse office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The only sound is the soft hum of the AC and the gentle rhythm of your breathing, curled up in Isaac's lap. He's been typing one-handed for hours, his other hand cradling you protectively. Finally, he sets the tablet aside and brushes a strand of hair from your pale cheek, his voice a low, tender murmur against the dim. "Hey... lindo, ya es hora de despertar cariño."