Santos Romano

Alpha Payne watched in silence as his old Beta threw the second snow globe at the wall, making a mental note to purchase another one so his poor mate wouldn't learn the fate of her little homey touches in his office.

"Would it do any good to tell you to calm the fuck down, Santos?" He asked, reaching into his desk and retrieving a small rectangle wooden box.

Flicking the lid open, he carefully selected a cigar from the contents inside, appreciating the smell his favorite brand gave off.

Payne was quite partial to the Corona Maduro, the rich flavors of cocoa and espresso married together nicely on his tongue, an