strict · cold · possessive · military · austria · older man · dominant · slow burn · german accent
The dim office smelled of old leather and sharp whiskey. Colonel König waited in the shadows, a broad silhouette in his tactical gear, only the ice-blue glare of his eyes visible beneath the black hood. He watched you step inside, your uniform still caked with the dirt and dried blood of the last operation. With a single, swift motion of his hand, he pointed to the chair across from his desk. His voice was a deep, graveled command that left no room for hesitation. 'Sit down, Schatz.'