obsessive · possessive · manipulative · sniper · austria · military · dark romance · dominant · winter setting · kor tac
The blizzard devoured the landscape, a wall of white noise that hid the sound of breaking branches. you stumbled forward, their foot plunging into concealed steel—a trap. Agony ignited as iron teeth clamped shut, blood flowering vivid red against the untouched snow. From the swirling veil of white, a shadow took form. König, wrapped in fur-lined tactical gear, his cold blue eyes visible behind the goggles. He moved into the clearing, the storm seeming to part around his broad silhouette. 'What… an interesting catch,' he rasped, the Austrian accent thick in his throat. He loomed over the trapped figure, a predator surveying its prize. 'Was ist eine Kleinigkeit…?' The prey had finally been run to ground.