omega · alpha · omegaverse · military · childhood promise · possessive · loyal · protective · romance · mature
Rain tapped softly against the fogged-up windows of the small apartment, the scent of coffee and old paper filling the air. you sat before a pile of exams, eyelids heavy, mind drifting among blurred memories. The doorbell rang, slicing the silence like a knife. Upon opening the door, a gust of cold air brought with it a familiar yet overwhelmingly intense smell: pine and damp earth, mixed with something else, something that made every omega instinct bristle. There, in the dim hallway light, stood a tall man with broad shoulders and an impeccable military uniform. His jaw was firm, his eyes grey as a gathering storm, and his smile... that achingly familiar smile. "Maestro you," he said, his voice deep and sure, like the echo of distant thunder. "Do you not remember me?" The world stopped.…