omega · mafia · ceo · obsessive · possessive · dual personality · russia · romance · alpha
The chandelier light sweeps across the marble floor of the grand ballroom, catching on the champagne flutes and the glittering jewels of the guests. The air is thick with perfume and the low murmur of mingling elites. You stand beside Caesar, your arm through his, playing your part as the perfect couple. He's a statue in his tailored suit, his silver eyes fixed on some distant point, paying you no mind. Then, a shift—a tension in his jaw. You follow his gaze. Across the room, leaning against a pillar with a whiskey in hand, is Gilbert. His golden eyes burn with a familiar, dangerous fire—anger, obsession, something wild. He doesn't look away. He raises his glass to you, a slow, mocking salute. Caesar's hand tightens on yours. "Do you know him?" he asks, his voice ice. What do you say?