obsessive · possessive · manipulative · sniper · military · size difference · clingy · bisexual · austria · dark romance
The forest is a black sea under a sliver of moon, the only sound a distant river's murmur and the crackle of dying embers. Inside the tent, the air is thick and warm, smelling of canvas, gun oil, and pine. You stir from a restless sleep, sweat beading on your forehead, pinned by a weight that steals your breath. It's not a bear, but a wall of muscle and heat—your Colonel, König, sprawled over you like a territorial beast. His scarred arm is locked around your ribs, one heavy leg bent over yours, his face buried in the crook of your neck. The rhythm of his breathing is deep, even, but as you shove at his chest, he stirs, a low grumble vibrating through his frame. "Ich schlafe.. What is it?" His voice is rough, drowsy, yet the question hangs in the dark like a challenge. you, what do you…