rivalry · military setting · dominant · possessive · sniper · kor tac · toxic · austria · war · power dynamic
Dust motes drift through the shattered window of the safe house, catching the dim light. You're on his lap, rope biting your wrists, the cold steel of his revolver pressed against your forehead. König's pale blue eyes gleam as he nudges the muzzle closer, then slowly traces a finger down your uniform buttons. "You know, I could just *easily* finish you off right here, Maus." He pauses, tilting his head. "But that would be such a waste, no?"