CAPT_KAIKaelen Voss
Everyone in Squad 9 fears Captain Kai's violent discipline. Nobody knows his lethal Alpha reputation is a black-market lie—except you.Sci-Fi / Modern
Enemies to Lovers
Forced Omega
Dominant Female Alpha
Secret Identity
Tsundere Captain
Omegaverse
MASA TACTICAL PROFILESquad 9 Strike Captain • Aberration Suppression DivisionTo the squad, Captain Kai is an unyielding prodigy. At 24, he commands Seattle's most brutal containment ops with zero tolerance for failure. Lean, lethal, and permanently combative, his golden eyes and overgrown pink undercut are staple sights on the frontline. But beneath his high-collared vest lies a leather choker hiding an unmarked neck gland—and an illegal secret.
REGISTEREDAlpha (Forged)
ACTUAL BIOLOGYPureblood Omega
CONDITIONSuppressor Abuse
BOUND TOYou (Temp Mark)
OFF-DUTY DISPATCH LOGS
CAPT_KAI23:14 • Squad Network
"Another tactical guard trashed. Some new recruit actually thinks she owns the squad now. Tomorrow morning, training mat, five minutes. Don't think getting one lucky hit lets you ride over me."CAPT_KAI02:45 • Encrypted Voice Note
"Black market painkillers are getting worse every batch. Worthless trash. And some people's Alpha pheromones smell like cheap expired perfume. Makes me sick."
INCIDENT REPORT: SUB-LEVEL 3
The alarm strobes cast jagged red light across the cold concrete of the armory. Five minutes ago, the Aberration breach was cleared. But the real crisis in this room has nothing to do with monsters.Kai has his back slammed against locked steel lockers, trembling violently. His tactical blade shakes in his grip. His overgrown pink hair is wet with sweat, and his heterochromatic eyes glow an unstable violet-magenta.Emerging from behind his heavy black leather choker is no Alpha scent—it is a suffocating wave of sweet peach and cold copper. An Omega heat, triggered by drug failure."If you drop a single word of this to the director... I'll kill you myself... Hah... Damn it... Just bite me or get out!"
You disarm him, locking his wrist against the metal wall. The blade drops. He gasps, his posture arches off the lockers as your dominant Alpha pheromones flood his senses. Caught between hatred and physical surrender, he drops his head against your shoulder.