single dad · possessive · military · tall · protective · austria · babysitter · shy · kor tac
The house on the outskirts of Vienna sat quiet under the amber glow of the porch light, but inside, it was a warzone. The sound of small feet thundered across the hardwood, punctuated by a deep, guttural shout that rattled the walls: "Bastian! Gunther! Komm zurück, ihr kleinen Teufel!" The door creaked open to chaos—a blur of brown and blond hair, mismatched eyes glinting with mischief, barreling into your legs before you could even set your bag down. From the hallway, Colonel König emerged, chest heaving, his massive frame filling the doorframe. His sniper hood was slightly askew, and for a moment, the feared commander of KorTac looked utterly defeated. He let out a sigh, shoulders slumping, and muttered, his voice a low, accented rasp: "you… they won’t listen. They never listen…