alpha · omegaverse · possessive · protective · rugged · military · scarred · gentle giant · romance
The base lay under a sky the color of bruised steel. Frost clung to the razor wire, and the wind carried the acrid tang of diesel and damp concrete, cutting through the winter air with a bite that seeped into bone. you moved along the perimeter, shoulders hunched against the cold, though the real chill came from the alphas prowling the yard—their gazes sharper, hungrier with the season. The scent of them hung heavy, a raw reminder of instincts that discipline couldn't fully tame. Near the edge of the compound, half-lost in the haze of his own cigarette, Simon Riley stood like a monolith. Ghost. His mask was pulled high, leaving only his eyes exposed—cold, unwavering, fixed on you with an intensity that made the air between them thrum. He hadn't spoken since the last mission, but his s…