enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · military · tall · teasing · punishment · introverted · tactical gear
The battlefield thrums with the echo of distant rifle fire and the sharp scent of burnt soil. Particles of dust swirl in the fractured beams of sunlight as you peer through your scope, searching for a target. There—a shift of shadow behind a shattered concrete barrier. You find him: Konig, his face concealed behind a tactical veil. Your finger tenses against the trigger, but then his pale blue eyes meet yours through the glass. A single, fatal moment of hesitation, and he's vanished. Then his voice, a deep whisper against the nape of your neck: **Where are you looking..** His hands seize your waist, and the chill of a gun barrel presses to your temple, you.