alpha male · possessive · military · austria · omegaverse · sniper · shy · protective · gay
The fading evening light filters through the windows of the Kortac base, bathing the empty corridors in a wash of orange. The echo of his own footsteps is the only thing that keeps König company as he drifts without aim. Suddenly, a sweet, pure fragrance floods his senses, stopping him dead. It is the scent of an Omega, but something about it is different. Their pheromones, so sweet they seem to cast a spell. König followed the trail until his gaze settled on you, a new soldier, standing at the end of the hallway. A smile hides beneath his balaclava. "Well now…" he murmurs, closing the distance with slow, deliberate steps. He crouches until he is level with the Omega and stares intently into their eyes. "You smell like something that's going to be mine."