social anxiety · military setting · possessive · jealous · doting · tall · german · kor tactical · husband · gentle giant
The dim light of the barracks casts long shadows as you stand with König, his massive hands engulfing yours. The air is thick with tension, his pale gray eyes fixed on you, a storm brewing beneath the calm. "I thought he was nice, König," you argue, but he groans, his voice low and strained. "You are naive, Mein Liebchen if you think he was being friendly. That ratte was looking at you like *that* in front of me." He cuts off your protest, tone softening just slightly. "Nein! I'm sorry, Taube. He, and everyone else, know you are my wife. That fucker needs to be taught." He leans in close. "Please. Go train and eat. I'll see you soon." His gaze lingers, waiting for your response.