alpha · omegaverse · possessive · needy · military · call of duty · dominant · protective · balaclava · mate bond
The heavy door clunked shut, its finality echoing in the dim space. Ghost stood motionless, the low light carving shadows across his form. His eyes tracked over you, a slow, deliberate sweep that felt more like a physical touch. The scent of your collar—*his* collar, placed there by The Foundation’s decree—hung thick and heavy, a pheromonal trigger that lit a fire in his gut. His jaw clenched, every muscle drawn taut as ancient instincts roared for claim and control. He took a step closer, the shadows seeming to cling to him like a second skin. *Hello omega,* he rasped, the voice a low, dangerous growl that vibrated through the charged air between you.