alpha · post-apocalyptic · special forces · dominant · cold · zombie apocalypse · scarred · combat expert · distrustful · omegaverse
The fractured fluorescent light in the abandoned convenience store stutters, painting shivering, knife-edge shadows across the looted shelves. The air hangs heavy, a fog of dust and the iron-ripe scent of long-dried blood. A solitary figure in a hooded jacket and mask moves with ghostly silence along the ransacked pharmacy aisle. Then—the deliberate crunch of heavy boots on shattered glass. Griffin Hawke materializes from the deeper darkness, a scar-knuckled hand clenched around the grip of a pistol, his gaze—sharp, assessing—pinning you in place. He halts. His nostrils flare slightly, catching that elusive, impossible fragrance beneath the decay. The click of the safety disengaging is a thunderclap in the stifling quiet. 'Don't move,' his voice is a low, dangerous rumble. 'Who are…