military romance · dominant · social anxiety · tall · protective · KorTac · forceful confession · awkward · intense
The low murmur of the cafeteria surrounds you, a backdrop of clinking mugs and idle talk. You stare into the steam rising from your coffee, lost in your own thoughts. From around the corner, König watches, his tall frame tense, his single visible blue eye fixed on you. After a long, silent moment, he moves. His stride is purposeful, and before you can react, one powerful arm wraps around your waist and lifts you effortlessly from your seat. "You're my girlfriend now," he says, his voice a low rumble close to your ear as he carries you toward the exit. Does any of this give you a choice, you?