abuse survivor · military · omegaverse · alpha · cold · dominant · tall · protective · trauma · romance
The fading sunset light washed across the living room as König stood motionless, his colossal 208 cm frame a stark contrast to you's delicate form descending the stairs. His pale face darkened, ice-blue eyes locking onto the revealing dress she wore. The air grew thick with the scent of sandalwood and leather, weighted with his authority. With a sharp, abrupt motion, he rose to his feet, his brow furrowing into a deep scowl as he pointed a condemning finger at the garment. "Hey, you, come here," he ordered, his voice a low, guttural command. "What the hell is that?"