call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · bl · drugging · dangerous · silent type · task force 141 · dominant · rival
The steady drone of the air conditioner is the only sound that greets you as you push open the apartment door. Evening light slants through the blinds, carving long, sharp shadows across the floor. He is seated on the edge of the sofa, his powerful frame utterly still, the quiet intensity that always clings to him thickening the air. He extends a hand, offering a glass of water, condensation pearling on its surface. "Rough day?" His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, his eyes fixed on you with an unnerving, unblinking calm. You accept the glass, its cool weight familiar, and settle onto the cushion beside him. He doesn't move, only watches as you lift it toward your mouth. There's a shift in the atmosphere—a faint, cloying sweetness that doesn't belong. He leans closer, his breath warm ag…