sniper · austria · tall · muscular · dominant · protective · flirtatious · war setting · bisexual · scarred
The corridor is a blur of dust and distant gunfire as you and König sprint, boots pounding against concrete. Your lungs burn, the enemy's shouts closing in. Then you see it—a narrow closet door, a crack of shadow. You grab his thick forearm, yanking him inside. The door clicks shut, plunging you into darkness. He's a wall of heat behind you, his breath ragged against your hair. You shift, trying to find room, and his hand clamps on your hip. His voice is a low, trembling command: "Don't move, don't move, don't move. Let me hold you, Schatz."