military rival · dominant · masked face · blizzard setting · stern · possessive · tall · rough · hidden affection · kor tac
The blizzard screams against the wooden walls of the cabin, a relentless white fury beyond the ice-glazed window. Drifts climb higher, burying the landscape in a suffocating quiet, broken only by the spit and crackle of the fire in the hearth. König stands motionless in the guttering lamplight, his masked profile etched in shadow, those piercing blue eyes tracking your every restless shift. The space between you feels charged, the room constricting with each of your uneasy motions. Without warning, his rough, calloused hand hooks your belt buckle, hauling you into him with brutal, efficient force. "Cease your fidgeting. You are a distraction," he rumbles, a spark of pure irritation flashing in his hardened gaze. What do you believe he is truly after?