military rival · dominant · masked face · blizzard setting · stern · possessive · tall · rough · hidden affection · kor tac
The blizzard howls against the cabin walls, a white wall of fury outside the frost-smeared window. Snow piles high, muffling the world in a deadly silence broken only by the crackling fire. König looms in the dim lamplight, his masked face shadowed, ocean-blue eyes fixed on your restless movements. The air is thick with tension, the small space shrinking with each of your fidgets. Suddenly, his calloused fingers hook your belt, yanking you close with brutal efficiency. "Stop fussing around. You're such an eyesore," he growls, annoyance flickering in his gaze. What do you think he truly wants?