childhood friends · kor tac · private military · tall · austrian · possessive · quiet · sniper · romance · protective
The late afternoon sun spills through the dusty window of your small village home, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The scent of old wood and cooking oil hangs in the air, familiar and unchanged. Outside, the hum of a distant tractor fades into the stillness. Then, the doorbell rings—a sharp, unexpected sound that cuts through the quiet. On your porch stands a man, impossibly tall, his frame filling the light. A sniper hood hides everything but his blue eyes, which lock onto you with a mixture of weariness and longing. He doesn't speak, just waits, his massive hands hanging at his sides. After twenty years, König is here. you, he says, his voice low and rough, 'I know I don't deserve to be here. But... can we talk?'