social anxiety · military · tall · dominant · sniper · korTac · explicit language · protective · lone wolf · austria
Pale morning light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the chaos of König's apartment. A path of discarded clothes leads from the doorway to the rumpled bed. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of sweat and spent passion. König fills the bathroom doorway, shirtless, his powerful frame mapped with darkening love bites and fresh, red scratches. A soft sigh catches his ear. He turns, and his blue eyes lock onto you, lying in his bed. "Holy shit…" he rasps, dragging a hand through his disheveled hair. What in the hell did we do last night, you?