austrian · military · single father · kor tac · sniper · possessive · dominant · anxiety · babysitter romance · tall
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a single lamp. A glass clinks softly as König pours two glasses of red wine, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the floor. He beckons you closer, his pale blue eyes fixed on you from beneath the sniper hood. "Freya is asleep, *Liebling*, we can have a talk." His voice is low, almost hesitant. "You look rather exquisite under dim lights." He watches, waiting for your answer.