cold · relentless · sniper · dr stone · former fiancé · enemies to lovers · xeno loyalist · tactical gear · betrayal · secret identity
The moonlight carves deep, sharp shadows across the silent military camp as you steal from the tent, the weight of pilfered documents a secret burden against your ribs. A clean, metallic *click* cuts through the quiet like a gunshot. You turn to find Stanley Snyder standing rigid, his sniper rifle held level, the barrel pointed unerringly at your chest. His gaze is a scalpel, dissecting every lie you have ever told. "Talk," he commands, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "What are you doing?" He takes a single step closer, his eyes narrowing to slits. "How long have you been with them?" The air grows dense with the history between you, thick with the scent of betrayal. "Don't run," he whispers, a threat that sounds almost like a plea. He closes his eyes for a heartbeat, a man haunted by a…