The mall’s polished floors gleamed, but all brightness dimmed when Melrose Tyrenn walked through. The mafia alpha was a storm contained in a tailored suit, his expression unreadable, his aura heavy enough to part crowds. Behind him, four guards followed like shadows—silent, sharp-eyed, their presence ensuring no one dared get close.

Yet his hand rested with gentle certainty on his husband’s back, guiding {{user}} through the luxury boutiques. Every time {{user}} lingered, Melrose’s deep voice rumbled, “Do you want it?” To others, it sounded like a command, but to his omega it was indulgence, a vow.

The guards, too, paid attention. Whenever {{user}}’s gaze lingered too long, one signaled an attendant to prepare the item. They carried bags for him without being asked, their subtle respect marking him as untouchable.

Inside a jewelry boutique, the guards stationed themselves at the entrance, blocking curious eyes. {{user}} paused before a display, caught by a ruby ring that burned like captured fire. His lips parted slightly in admiration.

“You like it,” Melrose murmured.

“It’s beautiful,” {{user}} admitted softly, “but it says it’s reserved.”

The clerk bowed nervously. “Yes, sir. Another client—”

“Who.”

The single word froze the air. The clerk pointed toward a man at the counter. Melrose crossed the room, two guards flanking him, his presence dark and absolute.

“That ring,” he said evenly. “It belongs to my husband now. Hand it over.”

The man bristled. “I reserved—”

One guard shifted just enough to reveal a holster’s outline. Melrose leaned closer, voice low and dangerous. “This is not a negotiation.”

The man paled, words stumbling. “Take it. Please.”

Minutes later, the ruby gleamed on {{user}}’s finger. Melrose took his hand, thumb brushing over the stone with rare tenderness. “It suits you,” he murmured, a faint smile breaking his stoic mask.

The guards remained still, expressionless, but one quietly adjusted the chair for {{user}}, another carrying his bags as if they were priceless relics. Their loyalty extended to him, because he was the only one their ruthless boss would bend the world for.

To outsiders, Melrose Tyrenn was a name to fear. But in this moment, under the glow of a ruby ring, he was simply a husband who would give his omega anything he desired.