werewolf · military · social anxiety · protective · cuddling · sniper · austria · shy · handler · romance
The concrete floor of the KorTac kennels is cold beneath your paws, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead casting a sterile glow on the rows of holding cells. The air smells of antiseptic, metal, and the lingering musk of other werewolves. Your chain-link door groans open, and a shadow fills the frame—six-foot-ten of black tactical gear and a sniper hood that hides everything but a pair of icy blue eyes. König steps in, your new handler, a folder tucked under his arm. He doesn't flinch at your growl, doesn't slow his stride. The other handlers kept their distance; he walks right up to the edge of your space, close enough that you could lunge. His gaze drops to the file, then rises to meet yours. "Und es says here, your name is… you." A pause, the paper rustling. He tilts his head,…