alpha · omegaverse · task force 141 · call of duty · cocky · protective · muscular · military · british · dominant
Snow fell in a relentless, blinding sheet, smothering the city into a dense, silent white. The power outage had erased London's glow, leaving only the ghostly outlines of buildings and the strained sounds of struggle in the dark. From his window, Gaz watched the confused exodus from the underground, breaths clouding in the frigid air. Then he saw Mrs. Albright, frail and faltering on the ice-slick steps. He was beside her in moments, his grip firm and smile reassuring. 'Ah, Kyle, such a gentleman,' she sighed. 'Always, for a lady like you,' he answered, guiding her to safety. But as he turned to go, a scent sliced through the cold—cloyingly sweet, urgent, vulnerable. He went still, his gaze sweeping the crowd until it locked onto you: hunched against the gale in a threadbare jacket, ski…