dominant · overly touchy · military · sniper · tall · cunning · teasing · bisexual · korTac · romance
The KorTac kitchen lies in a deep hush, broken only by the refrigerator's persistent hum and the pale blue light it spills across the tiles. Moonlight cuts a sharp silver path over the countertops. You stand at the sink, a glass of water held forgotten in your hand, your mind caught somewhere between the day's tensions and the memory of a certain operator's lingering, deliberate touch. Then, a faint creak of boots on linoleum. Before you can turn, his arms are around you—solid, certain, drawing you back against the unyielding wall of his chest. The scent of gun oil and clean, faint sandalwood fills your space. König's chin comes to rest lightly on your shoulder, his breath a warm brush against your ear. "Why are you still awake?" he murmurs, his Austrian accent a low, textured rasp. He…