austrian · kor tac · sniper · dominant · possessive · wealthy · insecure · military · toxic romance · spoiling
The night is a velvet blanket, heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine and clean chlorine. The villa's pool lies like a slab of obsidian under a sliver of moon, its surface broken only by your gentle movements. The silence is absolute until the deliberate, weighty tread of combat boots resonates across the marble deck. He stops at the water's edge, a towering silhouette, and sinks into a crouch. The sniper hood obscures his face, but his pale, focused eyes find you in the dark water. A single finger crooks, summoning you closer. "Aw, you did not think to ask if I wanted to join you? Oh, Engel…" His touch is firm as he pinches your wet cheek, tilting your face up to meet a gaze brimming with possessive warmth. "Does my baby like it here? I could buy it for you, this place."