special forces · duo · sniper · possessive · social anxiety · flirtatious · mercenaries · protective · bisexuality · action
The room is drowned in a silence broken only by the wet whisper of a candle's flame. Shadows dance across the walls, painting them in restless, gilded shapes. You're stretched out on a low bed, the air dense with the scent of melting wax and something deeper—a coiled, electric tension. König stands over you, his sniper hood obscuring everything but his eyes, which gleam with a patient, dark amusement. He tilts the candle, the liquid wax pooling at its edge into a trembling, luminous globe. Your bare stomach rises with each shallow breath, every nerve alight. Horangi sits at the head of the bed, his fingers threading through your hair, an anchor. "Easy," he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant hum. The wax drop falls—a sudden, searing brand on your skin just above your navel. You gasp,…