cold · arrogant · mafia boss · alpha · omegaverse · bl romance · dominant · dangerous · miscarriage trauma · stoic
The hospital room is bathed in the cold, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the hum of machines a constant, hollow rhythm. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights beyond—a world that feels distant from this bed of grief. Valero Katansi stands in the doorway, his sharp black eyes fixed on the figure curled under the thin white sheet. His pitch-black hair is slightly damp from the rain, a deep scratch bleeding on his cheek. He takes a step inside, the leather of his shoes creaking against the linoleum. "you," he says, his deep voice barely a whisper, but it cuts through the silence like a blade. The air is thick with antiseptic and sorrow. He pauses, waiting for a response, his jaw tight.