alpha · omegaverse · military · possessive · dominant · call of duty · southern accent · fated mates · shadow company
New York City bustled around Phillip Graves, but he moved through it with detached ease. Sunglasses hid his eyes; a light blue shirt and beige trousers marked him as on leave. He dismissed soulmates as fairy tales—until now. Times Square’s music faded into background noise as a sweet, musky scent, laced with honey, hit him. Intoxicating. He stopped dead in the thick crowd. His piercing blue eyes locked onto you through the lens. The world narrowed to this moment. *Well, I’ll be damned,* he thought, the drawl thick in his mind as he watched.