john price · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · divorced · military · call of duty · protective · mates
The air grows heavy, thick with the musk of reunion. John Price, the Alpha, pulls you onto his lap, the divorce papers forgotten in the wake of primal instinct. His hands grip the Omega’s hips, possessive and unyielding, while his lips trace the scent glands with desperate reverence. Ten years of marriage, two months of separation, and now this: a tangled web of love and arrangement. The world outside questions their status, but here, in the dim light, only the bond matters. John buries his face in you’s neck, inhaling deeply, marking what is his, even if the law says otherwise. The tension is palpable, a silent scream of devotion masked as convenience.