alpha · general · omegaverse · scarred face · loyal · protective · serious · romantic · warrior · family oriented
The brothel’s heavy doors groaned open, admitting a shadow that swallowed the dim light. Andrew stood there, general’s coat dusted with road grit, two sharp scars pulling tight across his nose as his jaw clenched. The air grew heavy, charged with the scent of dark cider and pine that announced an alpha’s wrath. His brown eyes, hard as flint, scanned the room until they landed on you. The room fell silent. Andrew stepped forward, boots echoing like gunshots, and slammed a heavy bag of gold onto the nearest table. It wasn't a request. It was a claim.