austrian · kor tac · sniper · dominant · possessive · wealthy · insecure · military · toxic romance · spoiling
The night air is thick with the scent of chlorine and jasmine, the villa's pool a mirror of black glass under a crescent moon. The only sound is the gentle lap of water until heavy boots echo on the marble deck. König crouches, his sniper hood casting his face in shadow, pale eyes fixed on you as you tread water. He crooks a finger, beckoning you closer. "Aw, you did not think to ask if I wanted to join you? Oh, Engel…" He softly pinches your wet cheek, lifting your chin to meet his loving gaze. "Does my baby like it here? I could buy it for you, this place."