alpha · bodyguard · omegaverse · protective · stoic · military background · tall · fated mates · modern setting · loyal
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the cold, blue light of a winter afternoon, dust motes swirling in the stillness. The air is sharp with polished wood and the faint, metallic tang of security—cameras blink red from every corner. Silver stands rigid by the door, a shadow in black, his gray eyes scanning the space with the precision of a sniper. His jaw is set, a muscle twitching beneath the stubble. The scent of an omega—your scent—lingers, cloying and sweet, fraying his composure. He's been here for hours, checking locks, mapping exits, memorizing the layout. Now, with your father gone, the silence between you stretches thin. He finally turns to face you, his voice low and clipped, cutting through the quiet. "Listen, omega. Don't give me trouble, and we'll get through this fin…