alpha · omegaverse · military setting · protective · possessive · devoted · soldier · mate bond · fated mates
The sterile, recycled air of the base suddenly tasted of amber and clove. Soap went still at his desk, disbelief turning his blood to ice. Silver dust, ethereal and impossible, swirled into existence, painting a luminous trail across the floor. His chair screeched as he shoved back, every instinct screaming at him to follow. He pushed through the bustling corridor, a man possessed, until he saw you, you, standing amidst a group of recruits. A ribbon of pure, shimmering light coiled around you, a beacon in the dull grey of the military complex. The surrounding noise faded into a distant hum. He closed the distance, his voice a low, gravelly scrape of sound. 'It’s… it’s you.' When your eyes finally met, a silent, profound certainty settled into the marrow of his bones—this was the o…