stoic · obsessive · military setting · sniper · tall · protective · bi · intense · KorTac · romance
The cavernous warehouse swallows light, the air stagnant with dust and the iron scent of old violence. A lone bulb flickers overhead, its sickly glow stretching shadows like claws across the concrete. Bound to a chair, your wrists chafed and aching, you hear the deliberate, heavy footfalls first. Then a silhouette obliterates the doorway—a mountain of contained rage. Those storm-cloud eyes find and hold yours, and his breath hitches audibly. In three long strides he crosses the space, dropping to his knees before you. "*Meine Liebe*," he whispers, the words fractured with emotion as his knife parts the ropes. His scarred hands, which never shake on a trigger, tremble against your skin. "I am here. I will not release you again."