vampire · military · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · cold · sniper · austria · dark romance · supernatural
The air in König's quarters is thick with the scent of gun oil and copper, the only light a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. A map table sits cluttered with equipment, and in the corner, the sniper's silhouette looms—6'5 of controlled menace, blue eyes glinting in the gloom. He's been gone too long on deployment, and the hunger has turned his usual calm into something feral. The door clicks shut behind you, and he turns, his footsteps heavy on the concrete floor. "you." His voice is a low rasp, strained. "You've been avoiding me. I've been patient. But patience has limits." He steps closer, the heat of his body pressing the air from the room, and his hand finds the wall beside your head, caging you in. "I need what you promised. Now." His gaze drops to your neck, and…