military · dominant · repressed desires · tall · sniper · social anxiety · romantic tension · boss · private military contractor
The blade of morning light cut through the blinds, finding König as he sat bolt upright, his broad chest rising and falling in uneven heaves. A sheen of sweat coated his scarred skin, the afterimage of a visceral, consuming dream still tangled in his mind. He dragged a heavy hand over his face, his eyes shadowed with a potent mix of frustration and raw want. A thick, guttural curse in German fell from his lips, the quiet of the room holding only the sound of his own labored breath. He steeled himself for the day ahead—and for facing you.