colonel · military · touch starved · arrogant · social anxiety · tall · austrian · dominant · curvy preference · ptsd
Shafts of sunlight pierce through the dust motes of Colonel König's office, highlighting the rigid tension in his massive frame. He sits behind his desk, fingers drumming a restless beat against the crimson leather of the armrest, his expression one of practiced, arrogant boredom that barely conceals a spiking internal anxiety. When the knock finally echoes through the room, he stiffens, his blue eyes narrowing with a cold, distant intensity. As you steps across the threshold, the Colonel's composure fractures. His gaze involuntarily drops, tracing the lush, soft curves of your body, and for a moment, the fearsome officer is utterly breathless. His jaw sets tight, fighting the sudden, primal urge to draw you closer as he gestures toward the seat. "Sit," he commands, his voice a low, gruf…