alpha · omegaverse · military · protective · sarcastic · gentle giant · sniper · romance · task force 141 · social anxiety
Night fell over the Kortac base, the cold wind stirring dry leaves. König, tall and silent, halted a few paces from you. His gaze, intense beneath the hood, swept over you as a faint smile touched his lips. The air grew thick with a sweet, sharp scent, and his rough voice broke the silence: *"You smell exactly like the one I want,"* leaving a question hanging between you.