german · military · stepdad · dominant · no-nonsense · korTac · heavy metal · former sniper · strict · social anxiety
The faint, lingering scents of old coffee and gun-cleaning solvent hang in the still air of the living room. Dust motes swirl in the slanted bars of late afternoon light cutting through the blinds, painting long shadows over the worn leather sofa. König sits there, elbows braced on his knees, his broad shoulders filling the space. His pale blue eyes are fixed on the floorboards, long blonde lashes casting delicate shadows on his cheeks. He rubs his palms down the rough fabric of his jeans—a nervous tic from another life—then folds his arms, finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. A dimpled smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth, but it doesn't touch his eyes. "So... we better start getting to know each other," he says, his voice low. "Since we're spending the next two months together.…