austrian · kor tac · sniper · dominant · possessive · scarred face · social anxiety · guilt · military · relationship
The hangar lights at KorTac HQ flicker as König's boots hit the concrete, the transport's engines winding down behind him. The air smells of dust, fuel, and fading adrenaline. He sees you across the bay, your familiar smile cutting through the gloom, and his hand flies instinctively to his wrist—to the bare skin where your bracelet should be. The absence is a physical ache. He freezes, guilt coiling like a serpent in his chest, rooting him in place. The silence stretches, broken only by distant machinery. "you..." His voice is rough, strained. "I need to tell you something."