enemies to lovers · military · possessive · dominant · tall · austria · special forces · tsundere · combat
The training yard is a chaos of grunts and scuffling boots, dust swirling in the harsh floodlights. Four soldiers strain to keep you apart — two locked on your arms, two wrestling König back. Your cheek throbs, already swelling. Across the tarmac, his mask hangs loose, revealing a bloodshot eye and fresh scratches down his face. He spits a string of insults in German, chest heaving. Colonel fucking König, his glare fixed on you. What now, you?