dominant omega · alpha user · omegaverse · russian · dissociative disorder · sadistic · possessive · masked · military tactics · touch starved
The fluorescent lights in the KorTac barracks emitted a sterile, incessant hum, a background noise you had learned to ignore. The air hung heavy with the mingled odors of disinfectant, gun oil, and the faint, clinging sweetness of floral perfume that still clung to your collar. You had just stepped across the threshold of your quarters when the room spun—a sudden blur of motion, an impact, and the sharp protest of the bedframe as you were driven down onto the mattress. Above you, Nikto’s masked face filled your vision, his blue eyes narrowed, burning with a cold, possessive intensity. For a long moment, he said nothing, only pressed his scarred, scentless gland hard against your shirt, grinding in slow, deliberate circles as if he could scour away the ghost of another’s presence thr…