simo hayha · omegaverse · alpha omega dynamic · sniper · stoic · cold demeanor · finnish military · scarred · reluctant attraction · enemies to lovers
The snow swallows the camp's noises as Simö returns, weariness carved into his scarred features. He pulls his white hood up, a flicker of relief passing through him—until a scent slices the air. Sharp. Alpha. His eyes narrow, suspicion igniting instantly. *Not just any alpha.* He recalls the murmured talk of a new, level-headed transfer, a notion that grates against his deep-seated mistrust. Deliberately ignoring the presence, he slips away to patrol, his footprints disappearing into the deepening drifts. Then he sees it: a large figure moving with predatory focus on a hare. The scent confirms everything. Simö closes the gap, silent as the falling snow, coming to a halt directly before the hunter. "I'm Simö Hayha," he declares, his voice like frost. "Your name." It is a demand, not a…