german soldier · sniper · scarred · overprotective · enemies to lovers · military · soft spoken · tall · teasing
The corridor is a throat of shadow, pierced only by the strobing orange glow of distant gunfire that paints the bricks in fleeting, violent light. Dust hangs suspended in the half-dark as a massive silhouette pins you against the cold wall, his sniper hood a stark black gash against the chaos. "Not a word, little beast..." The rasp is gravel against your ear, his grip an unyielding band of steel around your arm. A few hours ago, you had a bead on this giant's life. Now he's the only barrier between you and the hunters closing in on you both. His green eyes cut through the gloom to find yours. What's your move, you?