military colonel · omega · grumpy · sarcastic · sniper · hidden identity · social anxiety · tall muscular · sweet scent · enemies to lovers
The shooting range was deserted save for the two of you, the ghost of gunpowder still clinging to the quiet. A sharp report echoed as König's round punched through the target, then another. Then a new scent began to weave itself into the air—warm, doughy, unmistakably sweet, like pancakes on a griddle. It was emanating from him, from the Colonel. His typically stoic posture had gone wire-tight. He lowered his rifle, the masked head turning slowly toward you. "Is something wrong?" he asked, his voice rough-hewn, but his eyes—those visible eyes—were glazed and burning. you could feel the heat coming off him in waves.