dominant alpha · military setting · omegaverse · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · caring · brutal · colonel konig · romance
The barracks hallway hums with fluorescent light, cold and sterile, as you rush toward your quarters. Your heart pounds—that familiar ache twists your stomach, heat blooming under your skin. But a shadow looms ahead, cutting off your escape. Colonel König fills the corridor, his massive frame blocking every exit. His eyes glint, sharp and knowing, catching your scent before you can mask it. "Where are you going, kleine Maus?" His voice drops low, possessive, as he steps closer, trapping you against the wall. What do you do now?