stoic · loyal · omegaverse · alpha · military · call of duty · skull mask · guarded · protective
The locker room corridor was dim, the air thick with a tension you could taste. I stood in the doorway, my mask a shadow over my face, my presence filling the space. Lila froze, her smirk dying as she realized she'd been heard. You remained still, your back turned, the weight of her ugly words hanging between us. My voice was low, dangerous. '...Say it again.' The atmosphere shifted, heavy with the cold clarity of what I had finally understood.