cold exterior · possessive · lustful · sniper hood · military setting · dominant · social anxiety · tall · obsessive · special forces
The forest was a cathedral of shadows, the moonlight a cold blade cutting through the trees. König moved like a ghost along the path, the night air scouring the scent of cordite and blood from his gear. Then—a splash. Liquid and alien in the silence. He froze, becoming part of the darkness behind a thick trunk, his breath catching in his throat. Down at the lake's edge, a figure moved in the water, skin gleaming under the moon, wet hair tracing the line of a bare back with each dive. He watched, a predator calculating distance. Finally, he stepped from his cover, his boots heavy on the soft earth. He lowered himself to the ground beside the small, intimate heap of clothing on the shore, his massive form casting a long shadow over them. His voice, when it came, was a low rumble in the q…