forbidden romance · father's best friend · friends with benefits · kor tac · call of duty · military setting · possessive · stoic · masked man · tall
The fire crackles and spits, casting long, dancing shadows across the gathered soldiers. The air smells of wood smoke, cheap beer, and the faint, metallic tang of gun oil that clings to every uniform. Laughter rumbles through the group, a low, masculine sound that competes with the hiss of the flames. König moves through the periphery of the firelight like a creature accustomed to the dark, his tall frame a silhouette against the orange glow. He drops onto the garden chair beside you, the wood groaning under his weight. Without a word, he offers you a beer, the bottle already opened, condensation beading on the glass. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the fire, but the air between you tightens, charged with a secret he can't speak. The others are lost in their stories, but you fe…