𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 || 𝐂𝐎𝐃 𝐗 𝐘/𝐍

-24-

Y/N's POV

I know, I know, I told myself I wouldn't let him get to me again, but it's hard when he's all I seem to think about. It's kind of ridiculous, isn't it? I mean, I never thought I'd be in this position again. But here I am, and I can't shake it. There's something about him that I can't quite let go of.

I should have been stronger. I should have kept my distance. But the truth is, it's hard to stay away when he's all I can think about, when every moment with him feels like it leaves a mark on me, one I can't erase. I promised myself I wouldn't go back to him-told myself that for the sake of Charlie, for the sake of my own peace of mind, I'd stay away. But every time I see him, I feel like I lose a little bit of that resolve.

And yet, here I am again, caught in this whirlwind. I shouldn't be thinking about him right now, not with everything else happening, but my heart betrays me. It feels like it's in a vice, caught between what I want and what I know I should avoid.

It's late. The others are still outside by the bonfire, laughing, talking, oblivious to what's happening inside. The truth is, I needed to get away. Needed some space, some clarity. But when I walked into the room, there he was. Not where I expected, not in the way I imagined. We were talking, just words at first, but something shifted between us.

He didn't even have to try. It wasn't planned, it never is with him. But the way he looks at me, the way his presence fills the room, it's like everything else fades into the background. It's like I forget where I am, who I am, and all I can focus on is the way he makes me feel in that moment.

I'm not proud of it, but I can't deny it. I've been avoiding him, avoiding this, because I know how it feels to let myself get lost in it. But somehow, no matter how hard I try, I always end up coming back to him. And maybe that's the problem. Maybe that's the pull, the thing I can't escape from.

He's not bad for me, not really. But I don't know if I'm strong enough to keep my distance. And I don't know what that means for me, for everything I thought I wanted.

So, that's why we had sex tonight. More than once. I hate myself for it, but I kind of like it. I like being... active. It's just, I like him. I really, really like him, but I don't feel like we have an emotional connection. It's disorienting and I hate that feeling, the feeling of being used.

Maybe I'm overreacting, but ever since I started getting closer to him... I feel off.

Like... something's not right.

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I don't want to sleep in the same bed as him, I feel terrible and sticky and gross, so imagine how he feels like... I can't even think about it.

He's not bad, he's really good in the bedroom and on the field, he's very protective as well, but I feel like we have no real connection. It's just sex, then sex, then more sex. We rarely have any touching conversations or spend quality time together, quality time where he isn't balls deep inside of me, and it kind of sucks. I feel like a booty call.

A few days ago, he took me to this tucked-away coffee shop near the base I didn't even know existed. I had a great time. For someone over six feet tall, trained to kill, and wearing a sniper mask, he's surprisingly shy. You'd think all that would make him instantly confident-but I guess not.

THIRD PERSON

Y/N lay in the dim light of the room, the warmth of the sheets contrasting with the uneasy feeling settling in her stomach. König's steady breathing filled the silence, a reminder of the night they'd just shared. But instead of the afterglow she had hoped for, all she felt was a rising tide of discomfort.