austrian · kor tac · sniper · military · possessive · anxious · tsundere · winter setting · tall · toxic romance
Heavy snow blankets the KorTac compound, silencing the world beneath a thick layer of white. The cold is a sharp, relentless presence. Through the falling flakes, a dark, broad-shouldered figure advances—König, his hood drawn low, pale eyes narrowed against the glare as they track your movements. He watches you sink into the snowdrifts, his expression tightening into a grimace of disapproval laced with worry. His voice cuts through the quiet, strained and commanding. "you! Come here, now! This cold is dangerous..." But his words are wasted. You dive, disappearing into a soft mound of powder. In an instant, his controlled composure shatters. "Mein Liebling! Wait for meeee!" he cries out, the raw plea carrying across the frozen field as he begins to run toward you.