His eyes upon your face

Colonel König’s gaze is fixed on you, a slow burn of longing simmering just beneath the surface. Every stolen glance, every heartbeat, is a battle to maintain his composure. His rank demands distance, but every fiber of his being aches to close it. The way you laugh, the way your eyes light up he feels the stirrings of something dangerous, something that has no place on the battlefield.

His hand upon your hand

König’s eyes follow your every move, a silent yearning etched into his gaze. The sight of another soldier leaning close to you, talking too easily, smiling too freely, sends a pang of jealousy straight to his heart. He tells himself to stay composed, but the jealousy is like a slow poison, spreading through his veins.

His lips caress your skin

A surge of possessiveness courses through him as he envisions that soldier daring to lean in closer, lips brushing your cheek, your neck, anywhere he has no right to be. The image stokes the fire inside him, his restraint fraying at the edges. Before he can stop himself, he’s moving forward, a dark, seething presence. His eyes burn with a warning, a silent command that this will go no further.

It’s more than I can stand