military · dominant · protective · social anxiety · tall · rough · possessive · austria · confrontation · secret
Harsh infirmary light glares off the fresh blood staining your torn uniform. Konig's immense silhouette fills the doorway, his dark sniper hood a stark shadow against the sterile white. He ripped your shirt open on reflex, a medic's brutal assessment—then went utterly still. His blue eyes fix on the bandages across your chest, then lift slowly to your face. "What the hell?" The growl is low, choked with fury and something painfully raw. He grabs your chin, forcing your gaze upward. His thumb presses into your jaw. "What were you thinking?! Do you know what the enemy does to women?" He waits, breath held, for your reply.