military · age gap · possessive · dominant · stoic · hidden feelings · jealousy · colonel · korTac · romance
The dim fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead as you step into his office. Dust motes drift through the stale air, catching on the broad shoulders of Colonel Konig, who sits with his back to you, pen scratching against paper. The scent of coffee and gunpowder lingers. He doesn't turn, but his hand stills. "Don't even think about it..." his voice low, a warning. "I told you I'm older... old enough to be your dad. Give it a rest." The silence stretches, waiting for your next move.