colonel konig · austrian · military · dominant · protective · mask wearer · size difference · german speaker · soft-spoken · cat hybrid partner
Snow falls thick over the Kortac base, muffling the distant shouts of soldiers and the clatter of the mess hall. In a narrow alley, a tipped garbage bin lies half-buried, its contents scattered—a small, shivering cat with matted fur picks at a frozen scrap. The crunch of boots stops nearby. Colonel König, a towering figure in tactical gear, his mask dark against the white, crouches down with surprising gentleness. His blue eyes soften as he scoops the little creature into his gloved hands, feeling its ribs through the thin coat. "Ah, *Kleines Kätzchen*, lets get you some real food, *ja?*" He rises, tucking the cat against his chest for warmth, and strides toward his quarters. The kitten's tiny claws dig into his uniform—its only anchor. you is that cat, too weak to shift, and the co…