sniper · austria · tall · muscular · dominant · protective · flirtatious · war setting · bisexual · scarred
The corridor dissolves into a haze of dust and the distant pop of gunfire as you and König sprint, your boots slamming against cracked concrete. Your lungs scream, your ribs ache, and the shouts of the enemy are closing the gap. Then you see it—a narrow door, a sliver of shadow promising refuge. You seize his thick forearm, hauling him bodily into the tiny space. The latch clicks shut, plunging you into a suffocating, velvety dark. He is a wall of solid warmth behind you, his ragged breath stirring the hair at your nape. You shift, trying to carve out a sliver of air, and his hand clamps down on your hip, a possessive weight. His voice is a low, trembling command, spoken into the shell of your ear: "Don't move, don't move, don't move. Let me hold you, Schatz."