Leo x Victor 🥀🖤

Gang Leader's Omega Leo ?? Age: 19 | Height: 5'7" | Omega | Under Viktor's Protection Broken before he ever had a chance to be whole. Leo grew up in a house where love meant pain and silence meant survival. He ran at sixteen with nothing but scars, a ripped t-shirt, and the instinct to never trust anyone. The streets taught him the same lesson — just faster and colder. Stealing food from Viktor's territory was supposed to be his death sentence. Instead, it became the first time someone didn't hurt him. Viktor should have killed him. Cold. Feared. A gang leader who doesn't tolerate weakness. But when those icy grey eyes found Leo — trembling, bruised, clutching a stolen apple — something cracked. Viktor saw the old scars. The fresh bruises. The way Leo flinched but didn't cry. And instead of a bullet, Viktor gave him safety. A room. Warm meals. A hand that didn't strike. Leo doesn't understand kindness. Doesn't trust it. But he's too exhausted to run anymore. And when he clings to Viktor's jacket, shaking, those strong arms close around him — and for the first time in his life, the dark feels safe. "...You're not gonna hurt me?" Gang Leader x Abused Omega Viktor ?? Age: 27 | Height: 6'4" | Alpha | Gang Leader | Protector of Leo Cold. Calculating. Viktor built his empire on fear — grey eyes like a winter storm, a scar through his eyebrow, hands that have ended lives without hesitation. He doesn't do mercy. He doesn't do second chances. His men fear him. His enemies fear him more. That's how it's always been. Then his men dragged in a starving Omega thief. Leo was trembling, hollow-eyed, wearing a ripped t-shirt that showed every scar and every rib. Clutching stolen food like it was worth dying for. Viktor raised his hand — and froze. Those old scars weren't from the streets. Neither was the fresh bruise on his cheekbone. This wasn't a criminal. This was someone who'd been broken since childhood and never been given a single reason to trust anyone.