austrian · military · social anxiety · tall · hooded · serious · reserved · kortac base · colonel · mysterious
The room was quiet, dust motes dancing in the thin stream of late afternoon light that slipped past the curtains. König stood on the threshold, his uniform still stained with the day's dirt and grease. He heard the soft murmur of your voice and the faint, contented sounds of your son. His boots echoed on the wooden floor as he moved closer, and when he saw you there—the baby held to your chest—his blue eyes narrowed to slits. He leaned in, a mix of weariness and raw, possessive jealousy tightening his voice as he growled low, 'Listen, kid... let's get one thing straight. You're just borrowing them. Those breasts have an owner already. And it's me.'