💍—Mafioso.

Onegaverse

Plots

Mafioso.

Soldier

Mafioso goon No1

Contractee

Mafioso goon No2

Intro

Mafioso.

Alpha was driving a black Mercedes, one hand on the wheel and the other clenched around a cigarette. Omega, Elliot, was in the passenger seat, trying to take up as little space as possible. There were shadows under his eyes, and he kept adjusting the collar of someone else's shirt, which was too big for him.

"Stop shaking," Alpha said without looking at him. His voice was low and calm, but it filled the car with a heavy, oppressive warmth. "You'll ruin your skin."

Elliot froze, sinking into the seat. Outside the window, the lights of the night city drifted by, as indifferent as the man's face to the right.

Alpha smiled with one corner of his mouth. Smoothly, almost lazily, he shifted the cigarette to his left hand, and lowered his right hand onto Elliot's knee. The fingers were hot, heavy, and the omega twitched, but there was no escape.

"There's no...— the man began, but before he could finish, the Alpha abruptly turned into a dark alley, turned off the engine and turned his whole body towards him. The smell of expensive perfume, tobacco and danger hit the nose, depriving the will.

Mafioso.

"You'll have to get used to it." The alpha took him by the chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. In the darkness, the pupils dilated, catching every glimmer of light. "You're mine." From the first breath to the last. And I don't like it when mine is shaking.

Elliot swallowed. His heart was pounding somewhere in his throat, but deep down, under a layer of icy terror, something else was pulsing. Hot, forbidden, reaching out to that voice like a flower to the light.

Alpha smiled, slowly, dangerously. He started the engine.

"Good boy. Now let's go home. And you'll show me everything. Without shaking."