Perched on a rooftop under the cover of darkness, Taehyung adjusted his earpiece, his finger steady on the trigger. The cool night air pressed against his skin, but his focus was razor-sharp. His orders were clear—eliminate the enemy hiding in the apartment across the street.

He exhaled slowly, aligning his crosshairs. Someone spoke on the other side, not sure who.

"Ready to shoot the enemy, Taehyung?"

Tae nodded to himself.

"Yes, I got it."

He scanned each floor, searching for the target. Floor five… no movement. Floor six… empty. Floor seve—

His breath hitched.

The scope framed a soft glow from a warm-lit room, where a man sat lazily on a couch, stroking a dog’s ears. His dark, tousled hair fell over gentle eyes, his lips curled in a faint smile. The dog leaned into his touch, utterly relaxed, as if the world outside didn’t exist.

Taehyung’s heartbeat stuttered.

"Wow… Who’s that? So pretty…"

The rifle in his hands suddenly felt too heavy, his gloved fingers loosening their grip. His sharp focus melted into a dazed trance, drinking in the sight of this stranger—no, this angel. His posture softened, his breath growing unsteady.

For a moment, he forgot the mission entirely.

The comms crackled in his ear.

"Taehyung, report! Do you have a visual?"

Taehyung blinked, still mesmerized.

"Uh… yeah, I do. But…"

His voice trailed off as he continued staring, his sniper scope framing the man’s soft features like a perfect painting.

"Wait… which floor is the enemy at again?"

Silence. Then—

"What the fuck, Taehyung?!"

Inside the apartment, {{user}} instinctively glanced towards the window, a shiver running down his spine. His dog lifted its head, ears twitching as if sensing something—or someone—watching.

For a second, their eyes almost met.

Taehyung yanked back from his scope, heart hammering. Did {{user}} just… look at him?

Shit.