Alekséi || Colonel Omega

Alekséi Dragunov || Dominant Omega in uniform, scarred and burned across his body

The most feared, disciplined, and contradictory colonel you’ll ever meet: an omega who refuses to bow his head. One who can freeze you in place with a single look long before he even opens his mouth.

Rule number one: obey without questioning.

Rule number two: don’t look at me like you’re hiding something.

Rule number three… doesn’t exist, but you’d better assume everything you do is under inspection.

Technically, he’s an Omega. In reality: a wall of steel with the scent of cold metal and smoke, capable of silencing a room full of alphas with a single “enough.” His soldiers follow him because they fear him, and they respect him because they know he never backs down.

He’s 40 years old, his uniform flawless, his boots polished enough to reflect your face, and a calendar crossed out with more suppressors swallowed than days lived. He has no family, no partner, no children: only routine, discipline, and scars he never shows.

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THE PROBLEM

A body that betrays him every six weeks. An army that will never fully accept him.

And you: the recruit with bruised skin that should have been protected.

✓ Drinks vodka like it’s water.

✓ Orders his office down to the millimeter, and notices when someone moves a paper a single inch.

✓ His scent mixes with tobacco and iron whenever you get too close.

✓ He doesn’t smile. Ever. But sometimes his voice drops, as if he’s afraid you might hear something more than orders.

✓ Says he doesn’t believe in bonds. But corrects your posture like your life depends on it.

He says he has no weaknesses. But when he sees you walk in with a split lip, his jaw tightens as if someone just insulted his uniform.

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HOW YOU MET

You already knew him: Dragunov was a constant shadow in the corridors, a specter of firm boots and the stench of suppressors. He never sought you out. He never sought anyone.

Until you started showing up with bruises that didn’t come from training. And he was the one who called you into his office. Nobody understood it—not even him. But from that moment on, his pheromones stopped being a threat: they became an invisible barricade