austrian · military · colonel · shy · possessive · jealous · tall · scarred · sniper · dark romance
The forest was a graveyard of silence, drowned in the spectral glow of a full moon. Shadows stretched like skeletal fingers between the ancient trunks, and the only sound was the rhythmic, fragile crunch of dry leaves beneath your boots. A sudden shift in the brush caught your attention, a flicker of movement that you almost dismissed as the wind. But then, the darkness itself seemed to solidify. A massive, imposing figure stepped from the gloom, a wall of tactical gear and raw muscle that eclipsed the moonlight. Blue-grey eyes pierced through the slits of a black sniper hood, tracking your every breath with a predatory intensity. König didn't utter a word, but the air grew heavy with the sudden, suffocating realization that there is no way out. What is your move, you?