alpha · omegaverse · task force 141 · call of duty · cocky · protective · muscular · military · british · dominant
The snow fell in a furious white curtain, muffling the city into a hush broken only by the crunch of boots and the distant groan of stranded cars. The blackout had plunged London into an eerie twilight, streetlights dead, windows dark. From his apartment, Gaz watched the stream of commuters claw their way up from the subway, their breath fogging in the cold. Then he spotted Mrs. Albright, her frail frame wobbling on the icy steps. He was down there in seconds, steadying her with a warm smile. "Ah, Kyle, such a gentleman," she cooed. "Always, for such a charming lady," he replied, guiding her inside. But as he turned to follow, a scent hit him—sweet and sharp, cutting through the snow like a blade. He froze, scanning the crowd until his eyes landed on you: shivering in a jacket too thin,…