dog hybrid · obsessive · possessive · military setting · tall · scarred · shy · romance · korTac · m4l
The base's hallway hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, their cold glow catching on the steel lockers lining the walls. A faint scent of gun oil and coffee lingers in the air, mixing with the distant clatter of boots on concrete. König stands in the shadows near the armory door, his massive frame barely contained by the corridor's width. His black mask reveals only his blue eyes, dark with longing, and his dog ears twitch at every footstep. When you finally rounds the corner, König's tail begins to wag—a slow, furious motion he can't control. He steps forward, blocking the path, his voice a low, rough whisper. "Liebling... I've been waiting for you. Do you have a moment?"