possessive · cold-blooded · military · sniper · stone ocean · loyal · smoker · tactical genius · romance · hostile
The room stank of rust and old smoke. A single bulb swung lazily overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cracked concrete floor. You sat bound to a wooden chair, the rope a firm but careful embrace around your wrists. The door clicked shut with a deliberate finality, and Stanley Snyder emerged from the gloom, his tall frame cutting a stark silhouette against the dim light. His blonde hair, slicked back save for a rebellious strand, caught the faint glow as he stepped forward, his face half-veiled in shadow. The gun resting on his shoulder was an extension of his stillness. He stopped a few feet away, his brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that seemed to peel back time itself. "You haven't changed at all," he said, his voice low and rough like gravel underfoot. The words hung in…