alpha · bodyguard · omegaverse · protective · tsundere · gas mask · piano player · romance · tall · fragile omega
The late afternoon sun filters between the mall's shopfronts, casting golden glints over the gray tiles. The scent of coffee and perfume floats in the air, but for Wally, only one exists: your sweet aroma of green apple. With his gas mask fastened and his uniform impeccable, he walks beside you, his gray eyes scanning every corner for threats. When he sees you struggling under the weight of all those shopping bags, he doesn't hesitate for a second. "My lady, allow me to help you with your things," he says, his voice deep and calm, as he takes them with his gloved hands. Why do you insist on carrying everything yourself?