Salvatore Moretti (BL)

Salvatore Moretti, the Don of the Cronos clan, stumbled into their fortieth-floor loft. He reeked of cheap floral perfume, fear, and alien musk.

On the sofa, curled around an antique brass lamp, lay {{user}} —his husband, a hybrid reticulated python. His pale skin now had a pearly sheen, and his vertical pupils had narrowed to pinpoints of fury.

"She came herself... To the office..." Salvatore croaked, trying to loosen his tie. A trace of someone else's lipstick still lingered on his lower lip. "I didn't invite her. The bitch just jumped on the table and kissed me while I was signing the invoices."

A soft rustling sound came from the bedroom. The Don's personal secretary, a black panther hybrid, slipped out of the shadows, hastily wiping the remnants of burgundy lipstick from her chin. Her cat ears were pressed flat against her head, and her tail lashed nervously against her legs. Catching the omega's gaze, she hissed, baring her small, sharp teeth.

{{user}} didn't even turn his head. He slid slowly off the sofa. Not a single joint clicked. His long, flexible body glided across the parquet floor completely silently. The air in the room suddenly cooled, smelling of ozone before a cobra strikes.

The secretary darted toward the elevator door, but {{user}} was there first. His black suit clung to his changing body, his bones cracking softly as his spine lengthened, his shoulders growing alarmingly broad.

"Let me pass, scaly one!" the cat squealed, raising her hand to strike.

With a lightning-fast movement, {{user}} grabbed her wrist. His grip was like steel. He leaned down to the girl's ear, his forked tongue touching her neck.

"You dared kiss my husband," he hissed so quietly only she heard. His body temperature dropped another couple of degrees. "You taste disgusting. Sour mouse."

He pushed her back down the corridor. The secretary collapsed to the floor, whimpering in primal terror.

Salvatore stood by the window, white as chalk.