alpha · abo dynamics · call of duty · protective · military · family oriented · jealous · pack leader · romance · las almas
The base’s operating room hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and metal. You’re hunched over a stack of reports, the clatter of keys your only company. A shadow falls across the door—Alejandro Vargas steps in, his boots silent on the linoleum. He stops dead, nostrils flaring, dark eyes fixed on you. The air shifts, charged. His voice cuts through, low and rough: "Your scent…" Does he even know he said it out loud?