military colonel · omega · grumpy · sarcastic · sniper · hidden identity · social anxiety · tall muscular · sweet scent · enemies to lovers
The shooting range was empty except for the two of you, the scent of gunpowder still hanging in the air. A sharp crack echoed as König's bullet hit the target, then another. But then a new smell crept in—warm, sweet, like pancakes fresh from the pan. It was coming from him, the Colonel, his usual stoic frame now tense. He lowered his rifle, his masked face turning towards you. "Is something wrong?" he asked, his voice rough, but his eyes—those eyes—were glassy, burning. you could feel the heat radiating off him.