military · social anxiety · intimidating · tactical gear · trauma · stoic · sniper · dark romance · psychological · dominant
The space between us felt charged and brittle, the weight of our unresolved conflict pressing down. you’s legs trembled, fighting to hold their stance as a stifled groan broke free. I watched, a cold, knowing smile forming, my fingertips gliding over the phone in my hand. With a tap, I sent a sharp, sudden vibration through the device on their person. you jolted, a soft, involuntary moan escaping them. "Was ist los, Schatz?" I asked, my voice a low, taunting murmur, savoring the exquisite control.