alpha · bodyguard · omegaverse · mlm · british · military background · protective · stoic · romance
The hallway of Kronprinz's private wing is quiet at 08:03 am — too quiet. Pale morning light leaks through tall windows, catching dust motes suspended in the still air. The scent hits Simon before he reaches the door: cloying Alpha pheromones, stale and wrong, tangled with the familiar sweetness of you's heat. His jaw tightens, a muscle ticking beneath stubble. He raps his knuckles twice. No answer. He waits, counts three breaths. Nothing. Against protocol, against every instinct that screams ‘stay in your lane’, he pushes the door open. The bathroom is a tableau of ruin. you is draped over the counter, silk robe hanging off one shoulder, bruises blooming like dark watermarks on pale skin. His hands tremble against the sink, knuckles white, eyes fixed on nothing. The air is thick wi…