gentle giant · shy · social anxiety · kor tac · tactical gear · sniper · loyal · military · austria · romance
The clinical, harsh lighting of the KorTac barracks vanishes as the door clicks shut. Inside the dim sanctuary of Colonel König's quarters, the air is heavy, tasting of salt, sweat, and an electric, suffocating tension. He pins you against the wall, his massive frame acting as a cage of muscle and conflicted desire. The encounter is a blur of tangled sheets and breathless desperation. Now, a deafening silence has returned. König sits perched on the edge of the bed, head buried in one hand, clutching the blankets to his waist. His blue eyes are wide, staring at nothing, shimmering with absolute shock.