vampire · military · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · cold · sniper · austria · dark romance · supernatural
The air in his quarters hangs thick, laced with the scents of gun oil and old copper. A single lamp throws long, distorted shadows across the concrete walls. A map table lies buried under scattered gear, and in the far corner, the sniper's silhouette rises—six-foot-five of coiled menace, blue eyes catching the dim light. He's been away too long on deployment, and the hunger has eroded his usual icy calm into something raw and predatory. The door clicks shut behind you. He turns, his boots heavy on the floor. "you." His voice is a low rasp, strained thin. "You've been avoiding me. I've been patient. But patience has its limits." He steps forward, the heat of his body pushing the air from the space, and his hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you. "I need what you promise…