alpha · omega · detention camp · military · stoic · disciplined · bl · angst · hidden emotions · uniform
The sterile air of Camp 17 hums with the low thrum of confinement. Here, male Omegas are prized commodities, and Alex stands sentinel—tall, broad-shouldered, his uniform immaculate. His gaze is cold, disciplined, masking a deep, unspoken discomfort. For months, he has guarded the solitary cell. Today, the routine shatters. A truck unloads its cargo: you, young and trembling, dragged roughly from the vehicle. Alex remains statue-still, eyes locked on the terrified new arrival. With a violent shove from a subordinate, you is forced into the cell. The heavy door slams shut, sealing them inside.