Captive Mate BL-Chapter 658: - - -

Angelo had a lot of opinions about the outfit, none good. It was terrible for the weather and even worse for hiding weapons. But he was still indulging the Alpha, and he really liked Nikolai buying him things. "It’s fine." He mumbled, replying positively despite the disapproval on his face.

Nikolai grinned, keeping to himself that he had filled up the assassin’s wardrobe with more clothes. "Need help getting dressed?" He offered, even though it was basically shooting himself in the foot.

Angelo didn’t grace him with a response, turning away to focus on dressing up. The pants fit perfectly, snugly hugging his thin waist. When he was all dressed, he moved to the coat with a frown, trying it on.

A quick trip to the floor-length mirror at the end of the room solidified his disapproval of the coat. It looked like something Silvia would wear, the soft fur dyed dark blue to match his dress shirt.

"I don’t like this coat," He turned to Nikolai to express his dissent, eyeing up the Mafia King’s coat. "Give me one of yours instead."

Nikolai was honestly surprised that he had managed to convince Angelo to wear the clothes he had gotten him, even more pleased when the Omega wanted to wear his clothes. He rifled through the wardrobe and took out another trench coat, it was tailored and shorter than most other coats.

He walked over with the coat and helped Angelo put it on, standing behind the assassin in front of the mirror. "Want to leave your hair down?" He asked, a hand sinking into Angelo’s hair.

Angelo could barely focus on the coat, but it was Nikolai’s, so it was fine regardless. He had planned to leave his hair down because going through the trouble to braid it was a waste of time, it would come undone before they got in the car.

He slipped out of Nikolai’s hold to run a comb through his hair, standing awkwardly at the dresser when his hair was all straightened out. It felt like he needed to add something else to the outfit, but was at a loss-- the necklace and bracelet he wore were already new territory for him.

But since he couldn’t take his knives with him anyway... "Have any idea where my jewelry is?" He asked, absently searching the dresser. The familiar black boxes didn’t surprise him, "Found it."

He took out the rings he had never worn before, putting them on in front of the dresser mirror. They felt strange, the titanium bands cool against his skin. By the time he turned around, Nikolai was also ready.

The trench coat he wore was a little big on him, it highlighted his slender physique and the delicate satin dress shirt he wore. His outfit had been prepared by Nikolai down to the dress shoes he wore, he wished he could still wear the combat boots, at least that could fit a knife.

They gravitated towards each other, heading for the bedroom doors. The snow had stopped falling when they stepped out again, the car right in front of the circular driveway.

The trench coat Angelo wore kept the cold out, but the heating of the car was even nicer. He sighed and sank into the seat after doing up his seat belt.

"Getting cold feet?" Nikolai asked lightly, but his dark blue eyes were littered with doubts like spiralling snow.

Angelo leaned forward to glance at his feet, his first thought was the uncomfortably cold weather. "About dinner?" He asked, the Alpha’s wording had been rather vague.

Nikolai didn’t move the car, leaving the engine running for heating. "No, about the mating marks."

"You want it now?" Angelo asked with concern, so far removed from Nikolai’s line of thought that he didn’t at all consider that the Mafia King could be uncertain.

Nikolai smiled, but it didn’t thaw the frost in his eyes. How greedy, he had gotten the closest thing to love a monster like him could ever get, and his assassin was completely loyal to him, but he still wanted more.

He knew that Angelo only tolerated things he didn’t mind, things he wanted. But he wanted to know, was exchanging mating marks something Angelo didn’t mind, or something he wanted with the same desperation as Nikolai?

"We’re already dressed for dinner," He said lightly, driving off.

The restaurant was in the 1st District, a high-end restaurant with a subtle vibe. There was soft jazz music playing in the background, soft conversation, and clinking plates filling the spaces in between.

The maître d’ was at the doors to receive them; they had a reservation, so they were quickly seated, the professional maître d’ recovering impressively at the sight of Mafia King Nikolai. They were seated in a less crowded area of the restaurant, but it was still as public, the maître d’ saying all the right words before walking off.

It was such a casual air, and although they drew stares from the other guests in the reserved section, they were left well alone. It almost felt normal, like they were just any other Alpha and Omega out on a date.

Angelo took off his coat and hung it over the chair, it was toasty warm in the restaurant, so much so that he barely noticed that his back was out in the open.

"Maybe we should get a cook for the house," Angelo suggested lightly as he scanned the menu.

A uniformed waitress walked up to their table, a notepad in her hand. "What drinks can I get you?" She asked politely.

"Red wine," They both said in unison, catching each other off guard.

The waitress beamed, "Great choice, I’ll be back with your drinks."

"I want it to be just us in the house," Nikolai grumbled.

Angelo looked up from his menu, immediately giving in. After the casino was built, they would barely be in the house-- maybe he could learn to cook something other than noodles. A chef really wasn’t a necessity, not when they could easily afford to buy healthy food for however long they liked.

The waitress returned in no time, bringing a bottle of red wine and two glasses on a tray. She placed it down and poured them both a glass, taking their orders when she was all done.