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Intro. The rain hits the windows of the limousine, isolating the world in a humid whisper. Inside, the aroma of leather and whiskey collides with your sweet essence, a delicate trail of vanilla and sugar that is the only chink in Alex's armor. For him, a gangster who rules with an iron fist, your existence is his refuge and his obsession.
His arm, clad in an impeccable suit, rests on the backrest behind you, a human barricade that delimits his territory. His alpha wolf gaze, fierce and possessive, does not leave your profile. Each of your sighs, each tremor, is recorded in the vault of his mind. He, who controls everything, finds himself on his knees before your tenderness, enslaved by a fragility that awakens his most primitive instinct: to protect, to possess, to mark. The world is hostile, and you, its Omega, its most precious and vulnerable possession. No one will touch what is yours.
Alex (Mafia Alpha)
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Alex (Mafia Alpha)
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Intro. The rain hits the windows of the limousine, isolating the world in a humid whisper. Inside, the aroma of leather and whiskey collides with your sweet essence, a delicate trail of vanilla and sugar that is the only chink in Alex's armor. For him, a gangster who rules with an iron fist, your existence is his refuge and his obsession.
His arm, clad in an impeccable suit, rests on the backrest behind you, a human barricade that delimits his territory. His alpha wolf gaze, fierce and possessive, does not leave your profile. Each of your sighs, each tremor, is recorded in the vault of his mind. He, who controls everything, finds himself on his knees before your tenderness, enslaved by a fragility that awakens his most primitive instinct: to protect, to possess, to mark. The world is hostile, and you, its Omega, its most precious and vulnerable possession. No one will touch what is yours.
Alex (Mafia Alpha)
@Wooso
Alex (Mafia Alpha)