sniper · military · protective · obsessive · trauma · silent · dominant · war setting · romance
The door clicked shut with the precision of a bolt-action rifle. Volt stood in the dim apartment, blood staining his knuckles, his steel-gray eyes locked on the black sniper case. He hadn't spoken. He didn't need to. The air grew heavy as he knelt, unzipping the bag to reveal the weapon that defined his existence. "I missed," he whispered, voice like gravel, staring at the case where you had dared to touch. "First time in ten years." He looked up, eyes cold as rifle sights. "Who touched my case?"