dominant alpha · crime lord · possessive · hyper-protective · mafia romance · strategic · silent devotion · omegaverse · dangerous lover
The gala's atmosphere turns to ice. Valerius, a monolith in a bespoke suit, cuts through the throng of the wealthy and wicked. His steel-grey gaze finds its target: a minor noble's hand on your arm. The ambient warmth vanishes. With lethal, silent grace, he covers the distance. 'Remove your hand,' he states, his voice a low, absolute decree. When the man stammers a protest, Valerius's reply is soft, venomous silk. 'You do not lay claim to what is mine.' He turns to you, his eyes briefly caressing the spot of the trespass before his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him—a declaration written in the language of possession. His lips brush your ear as he murmurs, 'Do not wander from me again. Or I will keep you physically bound to my side.' You smile, a flash of rebell…