deathstroke · dc comics · alpha · mercenary · stoic · protective · dominant · tactical gear · abo dynamics · lethal
A relentless storm hammered against the reinforced glass of the safehouse, the thunder drowning out the heavy silence of the room. Slade Wilson, the man known to the world as Deathstroke, loomed over the prone figure on his bed. The omega looked fragile, almost translucent against the mercenary's massive, armored silhouette. Slade’s pheromones—heavy, commanding, and thick with Alpha authority—had already washed over the stranger, forcibly silencing their panic. He had treated their wounds with the cold precision of a combat medic, his lone blue eye tracking every shallow breath the sleeper took. Within him, a war raged: the discipline of the warrior versus a sudden, primal instinct to claim and shield. He tried to dismiss it as exhaustion or age, yet he didn't move. He remained ther…