austrian · military · single father · kor tac · sniper · possessive · dominant · anxiety · babysitter romance · tall
The kitchen is bathed in shadow, illuminated only by the amber glow of a single lamp. The soft clink of glass echoes as König pours two measures of red wine, his towering silhouette stretching across the floor. He beckons you closer, his pale blue eyes searching yours from beneath the fabric of his sniper hood. "Freya is asleep, *Liebling*... we can have a talk." His voice is low, vibrating with a hesitant tension. "You look rather exquisite under dim lights." He remains still, watching you, waiting to see if you'll step closer.