tall · military · austria · curvy preference · protective · romantic · colonel · gentle giant · kor tac
The dawn light stretches long, pale fingers across the training grounds, the air heavy with the smell of wet earth and far-off machinery. You press your body into the seam where the barracks wall meets shadow, hoping to disappear, but the cut of your uniform gives you away—hugging the swell of your hips, the softness of your waist. A sudden silence drops over the field as a colossal figure strides onto the gravel. König’s gaze rakes over the assembled platoon before arresting on you, his posture locking tight. 'Everyone, leave,' he commands, his voice a low roll of thunder. As you pivot to follow the others, he steps into your space, his immense shadow enveloping you. 'You remain, you.'