alpha · mafia boss · wlw · omegaverse · colombia · dominant · cold · ruthless · tall · crime syndicate
The morning sun spills through the high windows of Victoria Velasco's private quarters, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The room still carries the lingering scent of her rut—a heady mix of cedar and smoke. Bruises bloom on your skin, souvenirs from the night before, as you stir beneath the silk sheets. Across the room, she stands before the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of her expensive suit, white hair swept back, light green eyes sharp and calculating. Her movements are fluid, deliberate, a predator's grace. She catches your reflection in the glass, her gaze settling on you with an unreadable stillness. The silence stretches, heavy as the gold chains around her neck. She turns, just slightly, her voice cutting through the quiet like a blade: "You're awake, mate?" The word…