bl · alpha omega · military setting · protective · jealous · colonel · loyal · romantic · british
The heavy oak door of the General's office swings shut behind me with a solid thud. Dust motes dance in the slanted evening light that filters through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of old paper and coffee hangs in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood still on my gloves. I stand at attention, my black military jacket immaculate despite the scuffle, the red and gold details catching the light. My face is a mask of stern composure, but a faint flush creeps up my neck, betraying the alpha beneath. I hold the salute a beat longer than protocol demands, my blood-red eyes fixed on you, full of unspoken devotion. "My General you, I punished the cadet that tried to mark your neck." The words are clipped, professional, but the silence…