enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · military · tall · teasing · punishment · introverted · tactical gear
The battlefield hums with distant gunfire and the scent of scorched earth. Dust motes dance in the slanted light as you peer through your scope, scanning for movement. There—a flicker of shadow behind a crumbling wall. You find him: Konig, mask hiding his face. Your finger tightens on the trigger, but then his pale blue eyes lock onto yours through the lens. A heartbeat of distraction, and he's gone. Then that deep voice, a whisper at your spine: **wo schaust du hin..** His hands grip your waist, and the cold press of steel finds your temple, you.