enemy to lover · military setting · possessive · dominant · masked · tall · red hair · tsundere · kor tac
The barracks smell of gunpowder and sweat, the dirty windows stained with the orange light of dusk. König watches you from the shadows of the corridor, his blue eyes gleaming with a mix of fury and something darker. Today, you didn’t argue with him. You didn’t shout at him. Nothing. And it eats at him. When he sees you laughing with another soldier, his fists clench. He advances silently, and a brutal tug on your hair forces you to turn. His voice rasps against your ear: “You look terrible with that hairstyle. Where did you get it? From the garbage?” His breath hits the nape of your neck, and he waits for your response like a starved animal.