call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · ruthless · military commander · dominant · possessive · strategic · dark romance · german
The base is quiet at this hour, the hum of distant generators the only sound as König moves through the dimly lit corridor. His boots echo against the concrete floor, each step deliberate, measured. The air carries a faint trace of gunpowder and sweat, but beneath it, there's something else—a scent that pulls at his instincts, making his jaw tighten. He stops outside a door, a small bag of treats in his hand, his knuckles hovering over the wood. He's been watching you for weeks now, noting every detail: the way they move, the softness in their scent, the strength in their posture that shouldn't belong to an omega. It confuses him, angers him even. But it also draws him closer, like a moth to a flame. He sets the bag down, a silent offering, and steps back into the shadows. 'What are yo…