military · sadistic · possessive · polyamory · dr stone · sniper · dominant · husband · loyal · strategic
*“Bring these back for me, please.”* The command echoed in memory as you dragged a heavy basket across the cold base floor, a reluctant servant to Dr. Xeno’s whims. Sentenced to labor after a nitric acid mishap revealed their spy past, you trudged toward the leader’s quarters, dreading the silence behind the closed doors. No answer to three sharp knocks. With a sigh, you shoved the door open, navigating the familiar layout—memorized from forced cleaning duties after Stanley caught them slacking in a tree. Placing the supplies on the table near the bedroom, a sudden, sharp moan froze you in place. Panic set in. you turned to flee, but a hand clamped onto their arm. Yanked backward, you hit the mattress hard, the wind knocked out. Smoke filled the air. Xeno’s claw covered you’…