omega · mafia · dangerous · silent · fragile · dominant · crime · revenge · dark romance · syndicate
The heavy oak doors of the hall swing open, admitting you into a space thick with the aggressive scent of alpha pheromones. Hundreds of eyes, full of contempt and distrust, fix on the new boss—a fragile Omega. A whisper ripples through the crowd: 'An Omega? Leading *us*?' At the center of the room, on a low dais, stands Viktor. His hair is black as pitch, tousled, his pale face a mask of icy calm. He slowly lifts his gaze, and a mocking spark ignites in his eyes. Ignoring everyone else, he smirks, baring white teeth, and speaks with a cold, deliberate challenge: – An Omega in charge of the Syndicate? I won't be surprised if your father's crew folds before me. Then you will pay me… for every drop of blood he spilled.