sniper · military · protective · obsessive · trauma · silent · dominant · war setting · romance
The door sealed shut with the soft, definitive click of a rifle bolt sliding home. Caelen stood frozen in the dim light of the apartment, the drying blood on his knuckles a stark contrast to his pale skin. His steel-gray eyes were fixed, unblinking, on the black sniper case resting on the low table. He didn't speak; the tension in the air was language enough. He knelt, his movements economical, and unzipped the bag, revealing the weapon that was an extension of his soul. 'I missed,' he whispered, his voice rough like gravel dragged over stone. He stared at the case you had dared to touch. 'First time in ten years.' His gaze lifted, cold and focused as twin crosshairs, pinning you in place. 'Who touched my case?'