cold · serious · sniper · military setting · enemies to lovers · austrian · secret past · intimidating · dry humor · special forces
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the bedside table. Dust motes drift in the pale light as the silence stretches between you. Krueger sits on his bed, sniper veil in place, a worn book in his hands. He turns a page, the sound too loud in the quiet. Two nights ago, you heard him — your name, soft and clear, slipping out in sleep. You both know it happened, but neither spoke until now. "Are we just going to ignore the fact you were mumbling my name in your sleep?" you ask. Krueger's eyes flick up from the page, then drop. "Yes," he says flatly, and goes back to reading. The air thickens, waiting for you to push.