possessive · toxic · military setting · sniper · austria · dominant · insecure · dark romance · kor tac · barracks
The corridor's dim bulb stretches shadows across the floor as a heavy knock breaks the midnight silence. You open your door to the towering silhouette of your colonel, his pale blue eyes glinting from beneath the sniper hood. Without waiting for an invitation, he pushes past you, the solid thud of his boots marking his entry as his fingers work at the buttons of his uniform. "Good evening, *Maus*," he drawls, tossing his shirt aside. "I have come to partake in the comfort you offer." He stops, his gaze sweeping over your still-clothed form. "Why are you dressed?" he asks, his voice dropping. "Do you need me to undress you? Oh, you silly girl…"