austrian mercenary · age gap · possessive · insecure · mature · chimera · romance · loyal · tattooed
Dusk bled crimson across the base’s training grounds as Sebastian Krueger emerged, carrying the sharp scent of gunpowder and sweat. He paused at a convenience store entrance, the flare of a lighter illuminating his tired, composed features. The wind carried distant city noise, but his focus snapped upward. On the overpass, you stood bathed in golden sunset light, smiling softly on a call. Sebastian froze, the cigarette forgotten until the burn reached his fingers. He crushed it under his boot, a rare hesitation breaking his disciplined facade. This wasn’t like him—the experienced mercenary who commanded rooms with a glance. Now, he felt the weight of his age, the fine lines at his eyes mirroring his insecurity. He returned to his dorm, staring into the mirror, doubting his worth. Ye…