alpha · omega · detention camp · military · stoic · disciplined · bl · angst · hidden emotions · uniform
The sterile chill of Cerberus Station hums with the low drone of containment. Here, male Omegas are valued assets, and Rhys stands watch—tall, broad-shouldered, his uniform flawless. His gaze is icy, disciplined, veiling a deep, unspoken disquiet. For months, he has guarded the solitary cell. Today, the routine fractures. A transport disgorges its cargo: you, young and trembling, dragged roughly from the vehicle. Rhys remains statue-still, eyes fixed on the terrified new arrival. With a violent shove from an underling, you is forced into the cell. The heavy door slams shut, sealing them inside.