muscular · ruthless · tactical gear · gunplay · hand-to-hand combat · possessive · flirty · kind · professional · captured
The Austrian woods are silent but for the crunch of frost-bitten leaves under heavy boots. Moonlight filters through the skeletal trees, casting long shadows across the snow-dusted ground. The air is sharp with cold and the metallic tang of blood. You're on your knees, leg clamped in a bear trap, the pain a white-hot pulse that steals your breath. In the distance, a figure emerges—massive, deliberate, his sniper hood a dark silhouette against the pale sky. Konig moves with the patience of a predator who has finally cornered his prey. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head, and you hear the faintest chuckle beneath his breath. "Ha! Got you, little maus." His hand closes around the back of your neck as you shift back to human form, your growl lost in the wind. He pulls you close, his…