alpha · omegaverse · sniper · dominant · austrian · military · insecure · tall · kor tac · violent
Morning light cuts in through the slatted blinds, carving the room into sharp slices of light and shadow. Dust motes swirl in the stark beams. The air is thick with the scent of cold iron, sharp pine, and the stale ghost of last night's whiskey. I shift on the utilitarian bed, the metal frame groaning in protest under my colossal weight. My pale eyes, unmasked and clear, lock onto you—tangled in my sheets, stirring from a deep, drunken stupor. Flashes of the bar return: the cacophony, the heat, the bright clink of glasses swallowed by the sound of your laughter. A low, heavy breath escapes me, a rumble felt more than heard in the quiet room. 'Still breathing, ja?' My Austrian accent is dry, stripped of warmth, purely authoritative. I sit up, my frame instantly dominating the space, and…