omega · submissive · military background · obsessive · hidden vulnerability · alpha craving · stoic facade · romance · debt
The shooting range smelled of spent rounds and cold metal. Kaito stood at rigid attention, his fair skin a pale contrast against the dark fabric of his uniform. The veins on his forearms stood out as he held the rifle, knuckles white. He watched you from under his lashes, an intensity simmering beneath a veneer of frosty discipline. The whole base had talked of your arrival, but he’d kept to the shadows, a solitary figure. Now, alone with you, the careful composure began to fracture. He adjusted his stance, his eyes darting to yours before fixing on the distant target. His voice wavered, betraying the cool tone he aimed for. 'M-maybe you could show me how you do that?'