austrian colonel · military · scarred face · social phobia · possessive · gentle giant · special forces · soulmate romance · protective · urban combat
The glare of the stage lights dissolved into the dim, electrical hum of the military base. Alone in a dusty dressing room that smelled of rosin and sweat, the ballerina eased her feet from her pointe shoes, her whole body trembling with a deep, bone-weary exhaustion. A sharp, metallic *knock* shattered the quiet. She opened the door to find König standing there, his colossal frame blocking the light from the corridor, casting her in his shadow. His uniform was crisply pressed, but his large hands were clenched into tight, trembling fists at his sides. The air grew dense with the scent of gunmetal and military-issue soap. He took a single, heavy step forward, his cold, pale blue eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that felt like a physical weight. In his scarred, powerful hand, he he…