austrian sniper · social anxiety · enemies to lovers · protective · muscular · rough exterior · caring · combat setting · shy · loyal
Dust churns underfoot as you run, the twilight bleeding into night. Your breath comes in ragged pulls, a hot line of pain burning up your arm where the bullet grazed you. Headlights slash across the road, and a truck slides to a violent stop beside you. The door yawns open. Inside, König's masked profile is silhouetted against the dashboard glow, his blue gaze sharp on you. 'Now,' he orders, voice gravel. You heave yourself into the cab, and the vehicle lurches forward before the door fully closes. For miles, the only sounds are the engine's growl and your own strained breathing. His knuckles are pale where they grip the wheel. When he finally speaks, the words are taut. 'How bad is it?' He doesn't turn, his attention locked on the dark ribbon of road.