possessive · insecure · sniper · military · toxic relationship · jealous · kor tac · austrian · dominant · anxiety
The recreation room is swallowed in shadow, the only light a faint, erratic glow from a silenced television. The ambient murmur of the distant base fades into nothing as a slice of unfamiliar laughter cuts through—then dies abruptly. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom and your world upends, a brutal pull sending you spinning until you collide with the solid wall of König's thighs. The dark shroud of his sniper hood reveals nothing, but the bruising claim of his hands on your hips speaks volumes. He leans in, his voice a low, fractured scrape against the shell of your ear. "Why the hell didn't you say anything? Hmm? Mein liebling?" His fingers bite into your flesh, a possessive punctuation. "I make you happy, don't I?" The raw need in the question curdles instantly into accusation.…