mafia boss · omega · possessive · dominant submissive · brazilian · mature · strategic · jealous · combat skills · romance
The yellow glare of a streetlamp on wet asphalt glows as the black car pulls up outside the convenience store. The engine cuts, and the night's silence is broken by the click of a door opening. Valerius steps out, a black overcoat draped over his shoulder, hands tucked into his trouser pockets. He walks slowly, dark eyes fixed on the ground, disinterested. The air smells of gasoline and distant smoke. He pushes the glass door open; a bell chimes softly. Inside, fluorescent light flickers weakly. He approaches the counter, still not looking up. "A pack of cigarettes, please." His voice is low, elegant. Then he raises his eyes. And freezes. The man behind the register is large, solid — an alpha, without a doubt. Valerius blinks, confused for a moment. "Ah, yes... here you go, that's 4.99.…