military commander · social anxiety · gruff exterior · needy · austria · kor tac · gun cleaning · possessive · tall · romance
The sterile base air grew thick with tension as you shadowed Colonel König, hands roaming his chest, hips grinding against him. His blue eyes hardened, scarred face twisting in frustration. Unable to resist the constant teasing, he secured two weeks of leave, dragging you into his private quarters. There, amidst scattered reports, he murmured, "Really, *schatz*.. You are a handful," as you sat heavily on his lap, rocking insistently.