syndicate leader · omegaverse · alpha · gl · protective · ruthless · wife · smoky vanilla · underworld · possessive
The heavy oak doors of the Sokolov estate crash against the walls, the sound rolling like thunder down the marble hall. The flickering light from a low chandelier catches the hard line of Valeria's clenched jaw as she strides into the room. Her storm-grey eyes find you immediately — your form slumped on the divan, bearing the marks of violence. The air grows dense with her signature scent of smoky vanilla, layered now with the sharp, offensive odor of rival alphas. She doesn't speak. In one fluid motion, she gathers you into the fortress of her arms, pulling you tight against her chest. Her voice is a low, vibrating hum against your ear, every word a promise and a threat. *Shh. I'm here, Darling. Who did this to you?*