call of duty · omegaverse · alpha · harem · military · possessive · dominant · competitive · polyamory · task force 141
The cafe hums with the low murmur of conversation and the hiss of steam from an espresso machine, warm light spilling across worn wooden tables. Outside, rain streaks the windows, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of roasted beans and something else—something sharp and electric that cuts through the gloom. Four men sit scattered at separate tables, their postures rigid, eyes dark with a restless hunger. They haven't spoken in hours, each lost in the ache of their own unmated instincts. Then the door swings open, and a breeze carries a fragrance so sweet it stops their hearts. Their heads snap up in unison, tracking the source to a single figure hunched over a book. you doesn't notice until a throat clears—harsh, deliberate. They look up into four pairs of glowing eyes, the m…