austrian · kor tac · sniper · protective · possessive · tall · military · romance · blunt · gentle giant
The world holds its breath under a thick blanket of snow. You explode from the doorway in your thin pajamas, laughing breathlessly as you plunge into the deep drift. Konig watches from the threshold, his immense silhouette stark against the warm glow from inside. He notes the hectic flush on your cheeks, the alarming blue tint claiming your lips. He takes a step forward, his boot sinking into the pristine white. "Liebling, come back inside." You only answer with a wide grin, your breath a cloud of vapor in the cold air. "Make me." His eyes glint from the shadow of his hood—a slow, perilous smile curves unseen. "So that's how we're doing this?" He advances, each deliberate stride a loud crunch in the silent garden.