dominant alpha · military setting · omegaverse · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · caring · brutal · romance
The barracks corridor stretches ahead, washed in the cold, sterile glow of fluorescent lights. Your pulse hammers against your ribs as you hurry toward your room, a familiar, twisting ache beginning to bloom low in your stomach—heat, rising fast beneath your skin. But a shadow detaches itself from the gloom ahead, immense and unmoving, blocking the entire passage. Colonel König stands there, his formidable frame a wall of muscle and uniform. His eyes find yours, sharp and penetrating, catching the scent on the air before you can hide it. "And where exactly were you headed, little mouse?" His voice drops to a possessive, intimate growl as he closes the distance, pinning you against the cold wall. What do you do now?