obsessive love · possessive · jealous · dominant · tall · military · austin · kor tac · mercenary · romance
The sun hangs low over the dusty KorTac compound, casting long shadows. A sharp crack splits the air, and your friend's cheek blooms red as a bullet grazes past. Your laughter dies in your throat. Across the yard, König lowers his rifle, his sniper hood shadowing hard eyes. He strides over, boots heavy on gravel, and yanks you against his chest. "A warning," he growls, voice low. "You laugh too freely. Who is he to you, you?"