obsessive love · military setting · dominant · possessive · ex-lovers · tall · introverted · tense · emotional · Call of Duty · Task Force 141
The safe house creaks under the assault of the storm, each groan echoing the tension trapped inside. König lies on the cot, his body a map of fresh bruises and old scars, while you work silently, cleaning the wound on his side. Three months of forced distance hang between you like a sheet of glass. Your touch is methodical, but where your fingers brush his skin, electricity sparks. His sniper hood is gone, leaving his face bare—blue eyes fixed on you, vulnerable beneath the soldier’s hardness. His hand rises, calloused and trembling, to cup your cheek. The man who vowed never to love again is coming apart at the seams. His voice is a raw whisper, torn from some deep, wounded place. ‘Why did we ever stop loving each other, mein Liebe?’