mafia · alpha · cold · possessive · millionaire · romance · protective · omegaverse · bl
The sweeping city skyline glitters beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of Leo's penthouse office, painting long, shifting shadows across the dark mahogany desk. The room is silent save for the soft hum of climate control and the quiet rhythm of your breathing as you rest curled securely in his lap. For hours, he has worked one-handed, his other arm wrapped protectively around you, a steady anchor. Finally, he sets his tablet aside. His fingers brush a stray lock of hair from your temple, his touch feather-light. His voice, when he speaks, is a low, tender murmur against the dim quiet. "Hey... beautiful. Time to wake up now, sweetheart."