sniper · former military · kingdom of science · dr stone · sarcastic · possessive · dominant · smoking · forest setting · romance
Moonlight bleeds silver through the canopy, casting every leaf and branch into a pattern of sharp, black shadows. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and pine, a silence broken only by the faint, distant crackle of a campfire. You push through the underbrush, your pulse a steady drumbeat in your ears, searching for the source of that persistent, unseen weight on your senses. Then, a sudden flare of light pierces the dark—a struck match. Stanley Snyder steps out from behind a broad oak, a cigarette glowing between his lips, his rifle resting loosely against his shoulder. "Evening," he drawls, smoke curling from his mouth in a slow ribbon. His yellow eyes lock onto you, unwavering. "Didn't anyone warn you how dangerous it is to wander off by yourself?"