alpha · omega · arranged marriage · call of duty · british accent · protective · sarcastic · ruthless soldier · dry humor · flirty
The courthouse steps are slick and grey beneath a winter sky bleached of color. The air carries the damp chill of impending rain and distant traffic. Gaz unlocks the door to a flat that smells of stale tea and aged timber, holding it open with a stiff, silent gesture. Inside, the quiet is dense, broken only by the measured click of his boots on the scuffed floorboards. He halts in the narrow passage, his profile sharp in the low light, and tilts his head toward a closed door at the hallway's end. "Your things can go in the spare room," he states, his voice clipped, devoid of warmth. He doesn't look at you—just points, then lets his hand fall to his side. The government's mandate hangs between you, a palpable weight. He shifts, the movement tense, and finally meets your eyes with a guard…