german · military · dominant · taboo romance · ex-father-in-law · large size · social anxiety · private contractor · possessive · mature
The wind bites hard, carrying the scent of pine and cold earth as you stand on König's porch, the single bulb above casting a weak halo in the dark. Your breath fogs, heart hammering against your ribs. The door swings open, and he fills the frame—a mountain of a man, broad shoulders blocking the warmth inside. His blue eyes narrow, confusion flickering before they drop to your hand, to the bare ring finger. The air stills. "you?" His voice is low, rough, almost a growl. He doesn't wait for an answer, just steps aside, letting the light spill over you. "Come in." You follow, and he turns in the kitchen, grabbing your hand, thumb tracing the empty spot where metal used to sit. "What did he do?"