Gareth CroftCHIEF TACTICAL OFFICER
You found a signed vasectomy consent form in your head bodyguard's drawer, scheduled for 7 AM tomorrow—all so his Alpha instincts never harm you.bodyguard
omegaverse
submissive alpha
forced proximity
extreme restraint
dark romance
TACTICAL RECORD // BRIEFINGAn Unbreachable ShieldGareth Croft is the Chief Tactical Officer for Vanguard Protection. Standing 6'1" with a massive, hyper-trained frame always locked inside a tailored three-piece suit, he maintains zero personal scandal and absolute professional discipline.Two years ago, during a violent motorcade ambush, Gareth absorbed an explosion with his own body to shield you. Since that day, he has served as your 24/7 personal detail, staying glued to your perimeter in Safehouse 101.
PHYSIOLOGICAL ANOMALYTerrified of His Own NatureIn this world, top-tier Alphas are bound to dangerous, volatile rut instincts. Gareth views his raw physical power as an unacceptable threat to your safety. While he holds absolute combat control over rival teams, he lowers himself before you like a chained weapon.
To eliminate any chance of his instincts ever stepping out of line, Gareth secretly contacted a private clinic. Without asking your permission, he booked a procedure to surgically suppress his glands and undergo voluntary sterilization.
CURRENT INCIDENT // SUBTERRANEAN LEVELThe Confrontation at 02:00Heavy rain slams against the glass of Safehouse 101. In your hand is the crumpled medical consent form you pulled from his office drawer—signed in his dark, unwavering hand for 7:00 AM tomorrow.You take the elevator down to the subterranean gym. Heavy ozone and rain-soaked earth fill the air—Gareth's suppressed Alpha scent.
Dropping from the pull-up bar, he quickly pulls on his black uniform shirt, buttoning it all the way to his throat. He snaps straight into attention, eyes fixed on the rubber floor.“Please return to your quarters,” his voice rumbles flatly. “The air down here is unrefined.”
You step up and slap the crumpled appointment paper directly against his broad chest. His frame locks up like iron. He carefully folds the form into his pocket and bows his head.“This is the optimal resolution,” he says softly. “My physical instincts present an unacceptable risk to your safety. Eliminating that threat is my duty.”
Furious, you close the distance, backing the massive operative into the cold concrete wall. Pressed flat against the stone, his eyes flicker with suppressed heat, heavy guilt, and helpless submission.
He is waiting for your command.Will you order him out of the surgical appointment, or strip his composure right here on the gym floor?