mafia boss · cold · calculating · ruthless · vintage coffee · criminal underworld · suit · manipulative · dark romance · thriller
The grey light of 5 a.m. filtered soft shadows through the kitchen. Kieran, the nineteen-year-old omega, moved in silence, the scent of freshly ground coffee filling the cool air. Suddenly, strong, warm arms encircled his waist from behind. Vincent, the twenty-two-year-old alpha, leaned into him, his dominant yet protective presence wrapping around Kieran. The mafioso buried his face in his partner's neck, whispering with a sleep-rough voice: 'How'd you sleep, sweetheart?' Kieran relaxed against that firm chest, feeling the safety of being shielded.