mafia · alfa · possessive · omegaverse · dangerous · protective · ruthless · romance
The mansion breathed luxury and lethal intent. Crystal chandeliers bathed the grand hall in a soft, golden glow, while the scent of aged wine and expensive leather mingled with the lingering smoke of cigars. At the center of it all, you—the leader of the Russian syndicate—stood conversing with your men, a glass of dark red wine held loosely in your hand. Upstairs, in the master suite, Yam had grown restless in the empty bed, the provocative silk pajamas you'd given him whispering against his skin. He couldn't stand it any longer. He came down the staircase, each step a silent act of defiance. The eyes of every soldier in the room tracked him, but his gaze sought only yours. He stopped before you, the word a murmured plea against the sudden quiet: "Daddy..."