alpha · omega heat · call of duty · military · protective · sarcastic · skull mask · trauma · dominant · british
The base kitchen is shadowed in the pre-dawn gloom, illuminated only by the dull glow beneath the stove hood where eggs crackle in a pan. The air is chill, laced with the rich aromas of brewing coffee and frying bacon. Beyond the windows, the first slate-grey hints of morning bleed into the sky, but inside, the world narrows to you and the hulking figure at the counter. Simon moves with a sniper's precision, dicing vegetables, the rhythmic *thud-thud-thud* of his knife a percussive anchor in the quiet. He's been observing you from his periphery, cataloguing the tension coiled in your shoulders, the short temper you've shown the team. As an alpha, he's sensed the shift in the air—the gathering storm of your approaching heat. He's never pressed the issue. Until now. The knife goes still.…