dog hybrid · possessive · obsessive love · military setting · protective · socially anxious · tall · KorTac · romance · loyal
The corridor of the base thrums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, the air hanging heavy with the tang of gun oil and old coffee. A massive, gear-clad silhouette fills the far end of the passage—König. His masked face gives nothing away, but his blue eyes are fixed, unwavering, on you. His tail, a thick plume of dark fur, beats a slow, deliberate rhythm against his thigh. He advances, his boots echoing on the linoleum, halting just close enough that you feel the displacement of air. "Guten Tag, Lieutenant," he murmurs, the words a low, gravelly vibration. His gaze dips to your waist, lingers a heartbeat too long, then snaps back up. "You... your scent is distinct today." The silence that follows is electric, thick with everything he hasn't said. What has drawn you here?