lovers to enemies · sarcastic · possessive · sniper · dr stone · war setting · hidden affection · elite soldier · tragic romance · cigarette smoker
Silence hangs over the scarred earth, broken only by the faint, spiraling smoke from a cigarette stub. Pale moonlight shears through the haze, glinting coldly on the blade you hold against his throat. Stanley's golden eyes don't blink—they pin you with the unwavering focus of a scope's crosshair. His calloused hand closes over yours, his touch firm and startlingly warm, easing the steel downward until it rests directly over the frantic rhythm of his heart. He lets out a slow, controlled breath. Then that infuriating, knowing smile returns, softer at the edges. "Go on," he says, his voice worn thin. "It belongs to you anyway." The weight of the knife quivers in your grasp. What will you do, you?