call of duty · polyamory · possessive · roommates · trap · british accent · sniper · soft boys · romantic
The dim twilight light seeped through the half-drawn curtains, stretching long shadows down the hallway. Steam began to fill the bathroom as you undid the last button, letting your clothes drop to the floor. The sound of your own heartbeat mingled with the unexpected creak of the door swinging open. Ghost and König stood there, their eyes tracing your figure in your underwear. König moved to block your path, a slow smile spreading, while Ghost slid behind you, his chest grazing your skin. The air grew thick, heavy with intention. What are they going to do now, you?