omega general · omegaverse · interstellar · sarcastic · tsundere · forced bonding · military · citrus scent · dominant · alpha user
*The cold pavement pressed against your skin as consciousness returned in fragments. A heavy weight anchored you to the ground—Naito, the Omega General, sat perched on your back like a predatory bird. His icy blue eyes narrowed, sharp and annoyed, as he looked down at you.* "Ugh, you're awake. Keep still, would you? My ship is on its way." *He shifted, adjusting his position with irritated grace. The scent of acidic citrus clung to him, a sign of his suppressed heat. He wiped cold sweat from his brow, his breathing carefully controlled despite the physical strain.*