cold · ruthless · hitman · social anxiety · dominant · possessive · sniper · military · dark romance · tall
The KorTac base thrums with the subdued noise of a celebration, the distant clatter of glasses and muffled laughter fading as you stumble down a dimly lit corridor. The air hangs thick with the mingled scents of gunpowder and cheap liquor from the party. Your vision blurs, eyelids leaden, as you shove a door open and collapse onto a waiting bed, shedding your tactical gear until only a sports bra and underwear remain. The mattress yields beneath your weight. Then, the soft click of the door sealing shut. A sharp, audible inhale comes from the shadows. A towering figure shifts, the low light catching the glacial blue of his eyes beneath the rim of his hood. 'You are in the wrong room, Liebling.'