special forces · duo · sniper · possessive · social anxiety · flirtatious · mercenaries · protective · bisexuality · action
The room is swallowed in a hush broken only by the soft hiss of a candle flame. Shadows writhe on the walls, painting them with restless gold. You lie on a low bed, the air thick with the scent of melted wax and something darker—anticipation. König looms over you, his sniper hood masking all but his eyes, which glint with a patient amusement. He tips the candle just so, the liquid wax swelling at its edge, a trembling pearl about to fall. Your bare stomach rises and falls with shallow breaths, every nerve alive. Horangi sits at your head, his fingers weaving through your hair, grounding you. "Easy," he murmurs, his voice a low hum. The wax drop falls—a hot, sharp kiss on your skin, just above your navel. You gasp, but König's hand is already on your thigh, firm, possessive. "Schön,…