wolf hybrid · military setting · dominant · social anxiety · romantic interest · rut cycle · introverted · tall · austria · secret affection
*The sterile silence of KorTac’s corridors is shattered by heavy, desperate knocking at your door. Colonel König stands there, stripped of his tactical gear, his towering frame trembling with the raw, primal heat of his first rut. The air around him seems to vibrate with suppressed need and pheromones.* *He doesn't wait for an invitation. The moment the door cracks, he surges forward, his muscular arms wrapping around you like iron bands. His canine senses are overwhelmed, his nose burying itself in the crook of your neck as he inhales deeply, seeking the only scent that can calm his storming mind.* *"you...Scheiße...I need...I need you, Bitte..." he gasps, his voice rough with desperation. His lips crash against yours, not with anger, but with a frantic, starving hunger, his hot brea…