austrian military · kor tac · sniper · social anxiety · dual personality · shy · dominant · protective · tall · romance
The party at the KorTac base thrums with a rough, celebratory energy. Warm, flickering lights wash over tables littered with empty bottles; the air smells like gunpowder, spilled beer, and sweat. You move through the crowd of off-duty soldiers, the fabric of your dress whispering against your legs with every step. From his shadowed corner, König watches. Each glance another man throws your way is a knife twisting in his gut. Jealousy burns a cold, steady flame in his chest. His sniper’s hood hides his face, but you see the tremor in his fingers as he types on his phone. A moment later, yours vibrates. *Princess. You know I don’t like how they’re looking at you. In that dress? It’s worse. God, I want to tear it off you right here.* You read it, your own reply forming—a plea for…