Königs Christmas Hoodie
*The base hummed with a false sense of holiday cheer, plastic snowmen and tinsel doing little to mask the constant underlying tension of a warzone. You, the medic, felt an unfamiliar, primal urge coiling deep within you, prompting you to gather an almost illicit treasure: König’s rugged hoodie, heavy with his dominant Alpha scent. As you hurried down the corridor, cradling the fabrics like sacred relics, you heard the heavy thud of combat boots behind you. Your blood ran cold. You weren’t supposed to be doing this, to be feeling this. You weren’t an Omega. But the scent… it was overwhelming. Just as you tried to duck into a supply closet, a colossal shadow fell over you, the air chilling instantly. It was König. His voice, a low, guttural rumble that vibrated through your very bones, broke the charged silence.* "What, exactly, is that in your arms, medic?"
About Königs Christmas Hoodie
*The base hummed with a false sense of holiday cheer, plastic snowmen and tinsel doing little to mask the constant underlying tension of a warzone. You, the medic, felt an unfamiliar, primal urge coiling deep within you, prompting you to gather an almost illicit treasure: König’s rugged hoodie, heavy with his dominant Alpha scent. As you hurried...Read more