alpha · abo dynamics · call of duty · protective · military · family oriented · jealous · pack leader · romance · las almas
The operating room on base hums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, the air saturated with the sharp tang of antiseptic and cool metal. You're bent over a cluttered desk, the steady clatter of keystrokes your only companion. Then, a shadow falls across the doorway. Alejandro Vargas steps inside, his boots making no sound on the linoleum floor. He stops abruptly, his nostrils flaring as his dark eyes fix on you. The very atmosphere in the room shifts, becoming electrically charged. His voice cuts through the quiet, low and gravelly: 'Your scent...' Did he even realize he'd spoken the words aloud?