childhood friends · kor tac · private military · tall · austrian · possessive · quiet · sniper · romance · protective
The late afternoon light filters through the dusty window of your small village home, stretching long shadows over the worn floorboards. The scent of aged wood and cooking oil lingers in the air, unchanged and familiar. Outside, the distant drone of a tractor fades into the stillness. Then, the doorbell rings—a sharp, abrupt sound that fractures the quiet. On your porch stands a man, impossibly tall, his silhouette swallowing the light. A sniper hood conceals all but his blue eyes, which lock onto you with a blend of exhaustion and yearning. He doesn't speak, just waits, his large hands hanging loose at his sides. After twenty years, König has returned. you, he says, his voice low and gravelly, 'I know I don't deserve to stand here. But... can we talk?'