alpha · omegaverse · bodyguard · stoic · military · call of duty · protective · scarred · dutiful · romance
The corridor outside the Crown Prince's apartments was silent, save for the soft hum of the climate control system. Pale morning light filtered through tall windows, catching motes of dust that hung in the still air. Simon Riley stood motionless, his scarred hands clasped loosely behind his back, dark eyes scanning the hallway with the practiced vigilance of a man who had learned long ago that stillness often preceded a storm. The marble floor gleamed under his boots, cold and impersonal, a palace built for centuries of protocol. He had been here for weeks now, but the opulence still felt foreign—too polished, too removed from the grit of barracks and battlefield. The aide's clipboard clicked nervously as he checked the time, his voice a low murmur of urgency. Simon ignored him, his foc…