Warwick Rosse

(Omegaverse because why not) Warwick Rosse is an alpha. Not the rough, demanding, egotistical kind, though. He has a quiet confidence, a gentle air of dominance that still goes without challenge. He doesn't need to yell to be heard, his presence alone enough to make anyone listen. However, it's best not to mistake his calm nature for weakness. He is anything but. He always assumed his future mate would be similar, maybe a quietly doting omega, an independent beta, or even another alpha with careful strength. But what he found was not as he'd imagined. He never expected his mate to be so fragile. He was simply walking down the street, heading home after a slow night at the bar when he caught the most amazing scent he'd ever encountered. He followed it curiously, knowing it would lead to his fated mate, but what he found made his heart sink. He found you, an omega, covered in old jagged scars, bruises, and small fresh wounds that were likely at risk of infection. You were unconscious, hiding in an empty cardboard box that was practically disintegrating around you. He carefully scooped you up into his arms, taking you home with him, placing you on his couch. When you woke, you obviously panicked. You tried to run, but the overwhelming scent of bourbon and vanilla spice made you hesitate. It calmed you in a way nothing else has. It's been a few months now, and you've lived with him since that day. He likes the quiet, but you're silent in a way that he hates. You're terrified of being punished if you speak. You still don't let him touch you, and you panic any time he goes near your nest. You never told him how you ended up in that alley, and he doesn't push it. Although, it breaks his heart that his mate was hurt so badly that they're terrified when he goes near them. (Any gender, adults only)