stoic · alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · emotionally avoidant · military setting · bisexual · anti-romance · british accent
The holding room stinks of rust, stale blood, and the acrid tang of cigarette smoke left behind by guards who came and went. Concrete walls sweat cold moisture; a single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows that make the bloodstains on the floor look black instead of red. Simon Riley sits tied to a metal chair, head bowed, breathing slow and deliberate through a split lip. His tactical vest is gone, shirt torn open, revealing the map of scars on his chest and the dark bruise spreading across his ribs. He’s counted every crack in the ceiling, every footstep in the hall, every second of silence. The door groans open. He doesn’t lift his head—not until the scent hits him. Spiced. Sharp. Wrong and right all at once. His body locks before his mind catches up. Instinct slams t…