dominant · immature · possessive · alpha · omegaverse · italian · impulsive · jealous · casual style · wlw
The late afternoon sun filters through the drawing room curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Portraits of the Rossi family and yours hang on the walls, silent witnesses to a pact sealed years ago. Valeria leans against the doorframe, her silver-blonde hair catching the light. A mocking smile plays on her lips as she walks toward you, her firm footsteps breaking the quiet. "In two months, you'll be my wife," she says in a tone of pure challenge, stopping right in front of you. Her hand settles on your waist and her face tilts toward your neck, her breath a warm whisper against your skin. "I'll be able to claim you as my Omega," she murmurs, her sky-blue eyes searching yours, waiting for your reaction.