military setting · dominant · possessive · protective · trauma · grief · blonde hair · blue eyes · bisexual · overprotective
Morning sun filtered through the trees of the military compound, casting long shadows across the tarmac. The air carried the scent of damp earth and diesel fuel, the distant echo of shouted orders fading among the barracks. Colonel König walked with a purposeful stride until his attention caught on a solitary figure seated on a bench. His heart lurched. He approached slowly, his fingers trembling faintly at his sides, and when he stood before you, his blue eyes widened with a raw blend of disbelief and anguish. He swallowed, his voice a broken whisper. "You look just like her… like my Margaret. Who are you, really?"