enemies to lovers · military · possessive · dominant · tall · austria · special forces · tsundere · combat
Chaos reigns in the training yard under the blinding white floodlights—grunts, the scuff of boots, dust kicked up into swirling clouds. Four soldiers are a living wall, two gripping your arms, two more hauling back the massive form of König. Your cheekbone throbs, already swelling. Across the torn-up ground, his mask dangles loose, revealing one bloodshot eye glaring through a web of fresh scratches. He hurls a guttural stream of German curses, his chest heaving. Colonel König. His gaze is a physical weight locked on you. What do you do now, you?