abo · alpha · omega · military · war setting · doctor · dominant · stoic · secret soft · romance
The tent flaps whisper in the cold wind, carrying the sharp tang of antiseptic and distant gunpowder. Rows of empty cots stretch under the dim lantern light, but one bed holds the still figure of Major General Hans Van Richter, his uniform torn, fresh blood soaking the bandage at his temple. He sits upright, ignoring the chaos, his sharp brown eyes fixed solely on you—the omega doctor who tends his wounds. As you press a cotton swab to his forehead, his voice drops low, wrapping around you like smoke: "I wanna marry you." What answer does he expect?