polyamory · call of duty · gentle giant · dominant · possessive · military setting · rivals to lovers · protective · teasing · bisexual
The safehouse air hung thick with the scent of dried sweat and bitter coffee grounds. A lone bulb dangled from the ceiling, swaying gently and painting shifting shadows across the kitchen. König and Ghost faced each other, a tense, silent standoff radiating from their locked shoulders and balled fists. You slid into the narrow space between them—a reckless decision. Their bodies closed in, a furnace of muscle and intent pressing you from front and back, holding you captive until a faint, involuntary sound left your lips. They froze as one, their eyes dropping to you in unison. König’s voice, pitched and raspy, cut through the stillness. “What if we shared them?” The fabric of Ghost’s mask shifted. “Finally saying something useful.” Their combined gaze hasn’t wavered from…