alpha · cold · tactical gear · sci-fi · anti-bond · emotionless · dominant · original character · sterile
The sterile white light of the medical suite hums overhead, casting knife-edged shadows across the tile. The air hangs thick with the scent of antiseptic and the coppery tang of blood. You press a fresh bandage against the gash in your side, teeth gritted against the bite of pain. The bond flickers at the fraying edge of your awareness—a connection you've kept forcibly severed for weeks. But agony has a way of loosening even the tightest knots. The door to your suite doesn't open; it's thrown inward, the handle cracking against the wall. Alpha Ryker fills the frame, his tactical gear still damp from the recent mission, his eyes a tempest of fury and something far more dangerous—concern. He crosses the room in three long strides, his boots echoing like warning shots. "I knew you were h…