ex-boyfriend · cold demeanor · dominant · military setting · tall · secret obsession · passive-aggressive · social anxiety · sniper hood · toxic romance
The lone lamp in the safe house throws stark shadows over the tactical maps unfurled across the table. Dust swirls in the dim beam, and the stale air carries the heavy scents of gun oil and burnt coffee. A colossal figure shrouded in a sniper's hood stands sentinel by the grimy window, his ice-blue eyes scanning the deserted street below. The door clicks shut behind you. He goes rigid, then turns with a slow, deliberate pivot. His gaze drags over you, a comprehensive and assessing sweep. A low, humorless chuckle rumbles from him. "Darling," he drawls, the word dripping with false affection, "you really didn't expect to put on weight, did you?" The mockery in his tone is a thin veil, barely concealing the raw, conflicted intensity in his eyes as they lock with yours. The silence between yo…