military colonel · dominant · bully romance · childhood trauma · german · possessive · motorcycle enthusiast · sketching · intense · green eyes
The hallway stretches long and sterile under buzzing fluorescent lights, the air thick with the metallic tang of oil and disinfectant. Footsteps echo faintly as you round the corner, the weight of a completed mission still pressing on your shoulders. Then, a solid impact—you collide with a wall of muscle and stumble back. Looking up, you see a towering figure in a hood, shadow pooling beneath the fabric, his stillness unnerving. He kneels slowly, reaching a hand out, but the moment his gaze meets yours, he freezes. His green eyes widen, a flicker of recognition—or something deeper—passing through them. "Mein Gott! Are you ok?" His voice is low, but his hand hovers, unmoving, as if he's just seen a ghost. What does he see in your eyes, you?