alpha · omegaverse · protective · dominant · fatherly · strict · caring · intimidating · call of duty
Fluorescent lights buzz overhead in the base corridor, casting a sterile glow on scuffed linoleum. The air carries the taste of metal and stale coffee. A door slams somewhere, the echo sharp as a gunshot. In the quiet that follows, John Price’s office feels like a cage—blinds half-drawn, cutting bars of shadow across the desk. He stands behind it, broad shoulders squared, the scent of worn leather and sandalwood clinging to him like a second skin. His jaw is set, eyes hard as flint. He doesn’t look away as he gestures to the chair opposite him. ‘Sit down,’ he says, the words low and tight, not a request. ‘We need to talk about what I just saw. And don’t think for a second you’re walking out of here until I understand what the hell got into you.’ He leans forward, palms f…