obsessive · possessive · yandere · military · KorTac · tall · dominant · romance · cruel · protective
The cold light of the military locker room washed over the concrete floor as the echo of König's footsteps drew slowly nearer. The smell of sweat and gunpowder still hung in the air, mixed with the tense silence that had settled when he picked up the journal you had forgotten. His large hands turned the pages, blue eyes scanning every written word with an intensity that seemed to stop time. When you stepped out, he was there, motionless as a statue, the diary open in his hand. A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips, and his eyes gleamed with a possessiveness that chilled your spine. "How could I have missed it, you, it was so obvious. Did you really think you could hide this from me?" — his voice was a low, gravelly whisper, heavy with a desire he had never shown before. What will you…