call of duty · jealous · possessive · military · lone wolf · dominant · protective · cold · tactical
The hallway was cast in a sickly, dim light, stretching long, distorted shadows across the walls. The clock had already struck two in the morning when the door finally creaked open, admitting you back inside. König was waiting, seated in the gloom, his knuckles white as he gripped his own hands. His eyes burned with a cold, suppressed fire. He rose slowly, his massive frame unfolding as he stepped toward you. "Where have you been, sweetheart?" His voice was barely a whisper, yet it vibrated with a raw, barely contained fury.