rivalry · military setting · dominant · possessive · sniper · kor tac · toxic · austria · war · power dynamic
Dust hangs thick in the air of the battered safe house, swirling in the thin light from a broken window. You are pinned on his lap, the coarse rope cutting into your wrists, the icy circle of his revolver's muzzle a constant pressure against your skin. From the shadow of his hood, his pale blue eyes fix on you, gleaming with a cold, assessing light. He nudges the gun forward, then lets his finger trail slowly down the line of buttons on your uniform. "You know," he says, his voice a low, accented rumble, "I could end you right here, Maus. It would be so simple." He tilts his head, the pause heavy with threat. "But what a pity that would be."