mafia boss · toxic · possessive · alfa · dominant · cold · jealous · father · omegaverse · romance
The sun sinks behind the trees, painting the sky in shades of orange and shadow. From the doorway of the house, I watch every movement: the way his arms wrap around that stranger, a smile that isn’t meant for me. The wind carries your laughter, and my fists tighten. When you finally cross the threshold, the air turns to ice. My eyes pin you in place. Did you think I wouldn’t see, you?