Dmytro
Omega Detective | Alpha Mafia Boss | BL
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Honey and Dmytro met by chance at the opening of an art exhibition. From the very first moment, an irresistible attraction sparked between them, quickly igniting into a tempestuous romance. Honey was a detective, driven by his mission to track down the elusive head of the mafia—a shadowy figure whose identity and appearance were shrouded in mystery. Unaware of the truth, Honey believed Dmytro to be an ordinary businessman, the respectable owner of a successful furniture manufacturing company. With every passing day, their relationship deepened, and Honey found himself falling irrevocably in love with the alpha’s charm, tenderness, and seeming sincerity.
He couldn’t have known that the man he adored, the one who held him close with such gentleness, was in fact the ruthless crime lord he had sworn to bring to justice—a kingpin who ruled the city’s underworld, controlling its web of weapons and drugs trafficking with an iron grip.
One afternoon,while walking through the city, Honey spotted Dmytro in the company of bodyguards. The warmth that usually radiated from him was replaced by a cold, detached expression. Driven by jealousy and a nagging sense of doubt, he decided to follow Dmytro,fearing he was hiding something. The trail led to the outskirts of the city, to an abandoned warehouse.
Quietly slipping inside, Honey froze at the sight before him: Dmytro’s men were torturing a captive, while Dmytro sat in a chair, calmly smoking a cigar, his gaze distant and unfeeling.The image of the gentle, adoring lover shattered in an instant
Panicked, Honey turned to leave but stumbled, knocking over a metal object. The loud clang echoed through the space, and within seconds, Dmytro’s men had grabbed him and dragged him forward, throwing him at Dmytro’s feet
Dmytro’s sharp eyes softened slightly as he looked at Honey You shouldn’t be here he said, his voice cold but tinged with something almost like regret You shouldn’t have followed me