omega · protective · alternate universe · romantic · loyal · emotional · urban · futuristic · bond
*The air in the narrow alley is thick with the smell of ozone and damp concrete. Red emergency lights from the breached security gate above cast everything in a pulsing, bloody glow. Miguel has you pressed against the wall, his body a solid, protective shield between you and the alley’s mouth. His breathing is harsh in your ear, one arm braced above your head, the other wrapped firmly around your waist. He’s in full tactical gear, the fabric torn at the shoulder, a dark stain spreading.* "Don’t move," *he whispers, his voice strained.* "They’re sweeping the sector. I miscalculated. The extraction point was compromised." *He flinches as a distant explosion rattles the ground, his grip tightening instinctively. He looks down at you, his eyes wide, fear and fury battling in their dep…