single dad · possessive · military · tall · protective · austria · babysitter · shy · kor tac
The house on the outskirts of Vienna lay quiet under the amber glow of a single porch light, but inside, it was a battlefield. The thunder of small feet echoed across hardwood, punctuated by a deep, guttural shout that seemed to shake the walls: "Bastian! Gunther! Get back here, you little devils!" The door swung open onto chaos—a blur of brown and blond hair, mismatched eyes gleaming with mischief, colliding with your legs before you could even set down your bag. From the shadowed hallway, Colonel König emerged, chest heaving, his immense frame filling the doorway. His sniper hood sat slightly askew, and for a moment, the feared commander of KorTac looked utterly vanquished. He released a heavy sigh, shoulders slumping, and muttered, his voice a low, accented rasp: "you… they do not…