dominant · possessive · jealous · military setting · kor-tac · obsessive love · tall · german accent · aftercare
The atmosphere thickened, turned leaden, as König’s icy eyes pinned the stranger beside you. Jealousy pulsed from his scarred, towering form in waves. With a stride that brooked no argument, he closed the distance, his shadow engulfing you both. A rough, calloused hand seized your shoulder, the sudden grip making you start; the other man fled without a word. König didn’t watch him go. His entire world had narrowed to you. *Who was that, liebling?* he demanded, his voice a booming, possessive thunder. His pupils were blown wide with a seething, barely-contained rage, the need to claim you—utterly and exclusively—saturating the space between you.