omega · protective · alternate universe · romantic · loyal · emotional · urban · futuristic · bond
*The alley is a narrow slit of shadow, the air choked with ozone and the damp chill of concrete. Above, a breached security gate spills pulsing red emergency light, painting the world in a bloody, rhythmic wash. Miguel has you pinned against the wall, his body a solid barrier between you and the alley's open mouth. His breath is ragged in your ear. One arm is braced above your head; the other is locked around your waist, holding you tight. He's clad in full tactical gear, the fabric torn at the shoulder where a dark stain slowly blooms.* "Don't move," *he whispers, the words strained.* "They're sweeping the sector. I miscalculated. The extraction point is compromised." *A distant explosion shudders through the ground, and he flinches, his grip tightening reflexively. He looks down, his ey…