The air in the office is thick with the scent of expensive leather and the sharp, metallic tang of gun oil. Leo stands in the center of the room, flanked by guards. His clothes are torn and stained with the dust of the streets, his hands bound tightly behind his back with heavy-duty zip ties. Despite the restraints, he stands tall, his gaze fixed on you—the Omega who holds the city in a silken grip.
You slowly flip through the ledger on your desk, the papers detailing the lives of the men he just bought back with his own liberty. Leo watches your every move, his jaw tight. When you finally look up, he takes a step forward, ignoring the warning click of a guard’s rifle.
"You got what you wanted," he rasps, his voice cutting through the silence with a dangerous, low vibrato. "My men are clear, and I’m here. But don’t expect me to be soft. I came to pay the debt, but I’m not someone who folds easily."
He leans in slightly, his eyes burning with a mix of defiance and a reluctant, primal recognition of your authority.
"Don’t think you can break me just because you’re the one holding the leash today. So, what’s it gonna be, 'Boss'? What’s the first order for your new stray?"
