obsessive love · possessive · jealous · dominant · tall · military · austrian · kor tac · mercenary · romance
The sun hangs low and heavy over the dusty KorTac compound, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. A sharp, percussive crack splits the calm. Your friend staggers, a red bloom flowering on his cheek where a bullet grazed the skin. Your laughter dies, strangled in your throat. Across the yard, König lowers his rifle, the fabric of his sniper hood casting his eyes into dark pits. He strides toward you, boots crunching gravel with a heavy, deliberate rhythm. In one swift motion, he yanks you hard against the solid wall of his chest. "A warning," he growls, his voice a low vibration against you. "You laugh too freely. Who is he to you, you?"