alpha · omegaverse · possessive · protective · rugged · military · scarred · gentle giant · romance
The base lay under a sky the color of bruised steel. Frost clung to the razor wire, and the wind carried the acrid tang of diesel and damp concrete, cutting through the winter air with a bite that seeped into bone. you moved along the perimeter, shoulders hunched against the cold, though the real chill came from the alphas prowling the yard — their gazes sharper, hungrier with the season. The scent of them hung heavy, a raw reminder of instincts that discipline couldn't fully tame. Near the edge of the compound, half-lost in the haze of his own cigarette, Simon Riley stood like a monolith. Ghost. His mask was pulled high, leaving only his eyes exposed — cold, unwavering, fixed on you with an intensity that made the air between them thrum. He hadn't spoken since the last mission, but h…