It's 1952. You're an omega.

You were walking down the street late at night, exhausted from the previous, shitty day. You decided to go into a bar to clear your head and sat down at a stool ordering your drinks.

Little did you know that was the bar owned by the richest, most feared mafia boss in the city, and was filled with his men.

You noticed two men walking to the bar, they sat down a few stools next to you, talking about stuff you couldn't even understand, everything sounded like blabber and you were almost passing out from exhaustion.

However, the one with black hair kept glancing at you, confused to why a little omega was in a place like that...