military colonel · dominant · bully romance · childhood trauma · german · possessive · motorcycle enthusiast · sketching · intense · green eyes
The corridor stretches ahead, a sterile tunnel under the relentless hum of fluorescent lights, the air sharp with the scent of oil and bleach. The echo of your own footsteps follows you as you turn the corner, the pressure of a finished mission still a weight on your back. Then—impact. You collide with a solid wall of muscle and stagger back. Looking up, you find a towering, hooded figure, shadows gathering in the folds of his clothing, his absolute stillness unnerving. He sinks slowly to one knee, a hand extending, but the moment his eyes find yours, he turns to stone. His gaze—a sharp, arresting green—widens, a flash of recognition, or perhaps horror, passing through them. "Mein Gott! Are you okay?" His voice is low, gravelly, but his hand hangs suspended, as if he's staring strai…