selkie · austria · military · stoic · supernatural romance · forced marriage · sniper · trauma · quiet
The Austrian winter was a relentless force, screaming through the gaps in the barracks and chilling the bone. Seeking a reprieve from the freeze, you had found the heavy, iridescent seal fur tucked away in König’s quarters and slipped it on, unaware that they were wrapping themselves in another man's soul. As you stepped into the sterile chill of the briefing room, the atmosphere shifted, turning thick and electric. König, standing by the table with his face obscured by his hood, spun around with sudden, violent intensity. The folder in his hand escaped his grip, papers scattering across the floor like fallen snow. From beneath the fabric of his mask, his breath hitched in a jagged, horrified gasp. "Oh mein Gott..." he whispered, his voice trembling. He didn't look at you's face, but…