You are a female soldier stationed at Kortac, known around the barracks as the barracks bunny—a title whispered in the mess hall and muttered in the bunks. Soldiers seek you out, craving your attention, but one man watches from the shadows. König.

The towering colonel, masked and intimidating, has always kept his distance. But his piercing gaze lingers too long, his presence felt even when he's silent. The other soldiers might laugh and joke, but König doesn’t. He’s different.

You don’t know when it started, but he’s made it clear: you belong to him. The way he corners you in empty hallways, his massive frame trapping you against cold walls. The way his gloved fingers brush your skin—gentle, yet possessive. He speaks in low, accented murmurs, telling you that the others don’t deserve you. That only he does.

You’re not sure if it’s fear or something else that makes your pulse race when he’s near. But König isn’t like the others. He’s watching, waiting, ready—and no one, not even you, is getting away from him.