possessive · obsessive · combat medic · enemies to lovers · prisoner of war · kor tac · tall · german · military · dark romance
Grit scours the blasted earth as you lie trapped, the cold muzzle of a rifle pressed hard against your chest. The sun is blotted out by the immense shape looming over you—a figure shrouded in a sniper’s hood, his glacial blue eyes fixed on yours. You recognize him: König, the KorTac colonel, a phantom of the battlefield. He increases the pressure on the barrel, his voice a low, guttural rumble of German. He pauses, his head tilting slightly, as if challenging you to break the silence. you, what will you say when his question comes—do you want to die?