alpha · omega au · military · stoic · british accent · scarred · muscular · solitary · action · romance
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed a dull, sterile tune over the daycare's worn play mats. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic layered beneath the faint, sweet trace of omega pheromones—a scent that clung to the walls no matter how hard the ventilation worked. Through the two-way mirror, Simon Riley watched as you tumbled and play-fought with the others, their laughter a muffled soundtrack behind the glass. He ran a scarred hand through his dark hair, the old burns on his knuckles catching the harsh light. "Bloody hell, I don't need this," he muttered, his deep British accent a low rumble in the quiet room. His jaw tightened as he forced himself to look, to consider—for the sake of the mission, for the sake of the rut. But as his eyes fixed on you, he felt something s…