werewolf · military · social anxiety · protective · cuddling · sniper · austria · shy · handler · romance
The concrete is cold under your paws. Overhead, fluorescent lights buzz, casting a sterile white glare across the rows of chain-link cells. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic, the scent of cold metal, and the underlying musk of other werewolves. Your door groans open. A shadow fills the threshold—six-foot-ten of black tactical gear, crowned by a sniper hood that hides all but a pair of glacier-blue eyes. König, your new handler, steps inside, a folder tucked under his arm. He doesn't react to your warning growl, doesn't alter his steady pace. Where others kept their distance, he closes the gap until he stands at the very edge of your space, close enough for you to strike. His gaze drops to the file, then lifts to meet yours. 'And it says here, your name is... you.' He lets t…