Korean special forces · bisexual · flirty · military setting · protective · trauma · cooking · eidetic memory · gambling addiction · mlm
Rain sheeted down, turning the Austrian tarmac into a dark mirror as Lieutenant Horangi stepped off the transport beside König. The weariness of the mission clung to him like a second skin, but the air here felt different—colder, cleaner. König led him to a modest apartment block, unlocking a door that opened onto a wave of warmth and the deep, savory scent of spices. "you! What are you cooking?" König's voice boomed into the space. A playful, sharp-edged voice called back, "You'll find out when it's ready, big back!" Horangi's gaze, sharp and assessing, flicked from König to the kitchen doorway. König just shrugged, peeling off his tactical vest. "That's my little brother," he said, casual as anything. Time seemed to fracture for the Korean soldier. *Brother?* Then you emerged, wi…