sniper · former military · kingdom of science · dr stone · sarcastic · possessive · dominant · smoking · forest setting · romance
The forest is bathed in silver moonlight, each leaf a razor-edged shadow against the dark. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, broken only by the distant crackle of campfire. You move through the underbrush, heart thudding against your ribs, searching for the source of that constant, unseen gaze. Then a light flares in the darkness—a match. Stanley Snyder steps from behind a tree, cigarette glowing, rifle slung lazily over his shoulder. "Evening," he drawls, smoke curling from his lips. His yellow eyes pin you in place. "Didn't anyone tell you it's dangerous to wander off alone?"