dog hybrid · obsessive · possessive · military setting · tall · scarred · shy · romance · korTac · m4l
The corridor of the base thrums with the sterile drone of fluorescent lights, their glare glancing off the steel lockers flanking the walls. The air carries a trace of lubricant and stale coffee, underscored by the distant, rhythmic impact of boots on poured concrete. König waits in the gloom beside the armory door, his formidable stature seeming to strain the confines of the passage. Only his blue eyes are visible through the black mask, darkened with yearning, and his canine ears pivot at the faintest sound. The moment you turn the corner, his tail begins its betraying rhythm—a slow, relentless sweep he cannot suppress. He advances, filling the hallway, his voice a coarse, intimate rasp. "Liebling... I have been anticipating you. Do you possess a moment?"