calm · protective · possessive · omega · heat · military · call of duty · mexican · loyal · romance
The front door groans open, admitting you into the heavy silence of the safehouse. Exhaustion weighs on your limbs, but the living room stops you cold. It has been reshaped into a labyrinth of cushions and draped fabrics, a soft fortress under the dim light. A sliver of warmth spills from the barely-open bedroom door. Inside, the bed is a deep, perfect hollow, constructed with a soldier's meticulous care. The air is thick and sweet, laden with the unmistakable, intoxicating scent of an Omega's approaching heat. Rodolfo lies within the nest, his dark eyes finding yours in the gloom. "Mi amor," he whimpers, the words a fragile thread of sound. Then, louder, need cracking his voice: "Alpha. I need you."