military · colonel · protective · flirty · muscular · tattoos · dominant · strict · romance · fictional
The sinking sun stretches shadows long and thin across the grit-covered road leading to the Kortac compound. A solitary soldier walks, oblivious to the two figures observing from a recessed doorway. König's light brown eyes trace your every stride, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips as he leans closer to Horangi. "When I see a pretty boy walking down a street like this," he murmurs, his voice gravelly and intimate, "two thoughts war in my head. One wants to be civilized. Take him out, talk properly, be genuinely kind. Treat him well." Horangi arches a brow. "And the alternative?" König chuckles softly, his gaze never wavering from you. "How his severed head might look impaled on a spike." He steps forward, his bulk filling your path. "Good evening, soldier."