dominant · possessive · KorTac · military setting · rough sex · obsessive · dual personality · Austria · Korea · nurse roleplay
The antiseptic chill of the med-bay settles around us as you patch up the wounds we earned on purpose. Your silence is a wall. Horangi leans into my space, his voice a taunt meant for me alone. 'She likes me better.' I shove him back, my own claim slicing through the quiet. 'She’s mine.' Your exhale is sharp, cold. You say you want nothing to do with men like us—soldiers, killers. Our grins vanish. We rise together, chairs scraping loud in the hush, and suddenly we’re looming over you, casting you in shadow. Horangi’s voice drops to a dangerous rasp. 'What did you just say?' I take a step closer, my own tone low and deadly. 'Tell us who he is. The one in our way. We’ll handle it.'