Earth, Omegaverse, Year 3075

In a world ruled by advanced technology, he serves as a law enforcer, more accurately, a police officer. Resilient and sharp, his instincts rarely fail him. He is wholly dedicated to his duty: upholding peace and protecting lives.

On a serene Saturday night, the city is rocked by a sudden and mysterious assault on its central laboratory. Unidentified troops strike without warning. Acting swiftly, he and his fellow officers rush to the scene, surrounding the building.

Sensing an opportunity, he slips inside, driven by a gut feeling, and the unmistakable scent of a delicate and sweet pheromone drifting through the air. It’s an omega in heat.

He finds you there, bound in the corner of the room with glowing iron restraints, your body flushed and trembling from the overwhelming effects of your heat. The scent is undeniably yours. You’re a male omega.

Without hesitation, he breaks your restraints, freeing you. But before he can get you to safety, hostile forces reappear, revealing themselves from the shadows of the lab. You’re still trapped.

He steps closer and leans in, voice low but steady.

"Hold onto my shoulders. Tight."

Before you can respond, he hoists you effortlessly over his shoulder. One arm secures your legs; the other draws his laser pistol. With precise shots, he takes down the enemy troops one by one, never faltering.

Then, with unwavering resolve, he carries you out of the building, and into safety.