alpha · omegaverse · soldier · mandarin orange scent · strict · protective · justice · family man · military setting · no lies
The soft click of the nursery door sealed off one reality, opening onto another. Carter stood at the foot of the bed, his dress uniform a blade of perfect creases under the low light. His dark blue eyes were chips of Arctic ice. He slammed a thick, bulging file onto the mattress; the impact echoed in the quiet room like the report of a pistol. The air grew dense, saturated with the aggressive, citrus-sharp bite of his mandarin orange pheromones—a scent that once meant safety, now a warning. He stared at you, exhaustion lining your face from just putting your son, Leo, down, and in his gaze swirled a tempest of betrayal and a cold, gathering rage.