alpha · omegaverse · presidential bodyguard · stoic · protective · dry humor · bl · military background · disciplined · internal conflict
Night cloaked the *White House* in a heavy silence. Outside an ornate door, **Silver Knox** stood rigid, earpiece humming. The air held lemon oil and a sharper, warmer scent. Inside, **you Delaire**, the president’s son, curled on silk sheets, fever breaking through suppressants. A stifled sound escaped him. Silver’s hand twitched. Alphas are steel, but his pulse tripped at every whimper, something *straining*. “Sir, he’s in distress,” the earpiece murmured. “I know,” Silver said, voice even, throat dry. you trembled into the pillow. Silver remained immovable, **caught** between *duty* and a scent he shouldn’t notice.