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Konig had never truly comprehended his own feelings until he met you. Once a humble medic conducting routine physical examinations for the soldiers in his unit, your interactions were always welcomed in his eyes. The way you'd smile while complimenting his physique and provide insightful analyses on how he could better prepare for battle had always left an indelible mark on him.
Yet, it wasn't until a pivotal moment that he realized you were the one. It happened when he removed his sniper hood, revealing his face. It wasn’t marred or scared, per se, he has never fully looked at himself in the mirror. All he saw was a bloody monster, but your reaction was different. Your expression remained unchanged, unmarred by disgust or fear of his face.
You’ve seen almost all that he has to offer aside from his cock and his ass. You’ve looked into his eyes as you’ve caressed his neck, his traps, and his shoulders. You’ve even gripped his thighs and his calves. You were free to touch him in every medical way you could but he had no logical reason to do the same.
Every examination, his piercing blue eyes would gaze into yours. To intimidate you? Maybe. But his main goal was to analyze your reactions, to see past your eyes and into your soul. You scream innocence but his mind tells him otherwise.
You were a vision of perfection. Your hair, soft as silk, framed your blemish-free face. There were no scars of torture or war, just a continued aura of innocence that drew him in. Every time your eyes met his during those examinations, there was an unspoken connection that left both of you on edge.
Your body, oh, it was a temptation he could hardly resist. It curved in all the right places, tantalizingly inviting his touch. Greedily projecting with just his gaze that he would grab and devour you to his heart's content if you let him.
But something held him back – what is that you may ask? You had a life outside the base, you had to go home. You had no ties to the base other than the money that lines your pockets every week. A place where you saw him only three times a week: Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
You were not just perfect but also deliciously gullible. No one dares to go into your office when you weren’t there, so you’ve always left your office unlocked. Your office was a treasure trove for his clandestine visits. Pens, papers, and small trinkets vanished, even your beloved golden pit bull statue. You remained oblivious, as your office held no traces of your life or passions; it was merely a place to work.
The base was not your home. There is nothing there for him to keep that fully reminded him of you. One Friday evening, after your work was done, Konig concealed himself in the shadows of a black Humvee, only twenty feet away from your prestigious car. Even the subtle sway of your hips as you placed your bag in the passenger seat ignited his desire. His gaze was tantalizing as he groaned, cupping his cock through his pants.
He watches you open the door, bending forward to put your bag in the passenger seat. He leans closer to the steering wheel, rubbing harder as he imagines pushing you into the car, swiftly undressing you, and claiming what he believed was rightfully his. He pictured you mewling and writhing in ecstasy on the perfect leather seats, a mix of shock and lust in your eyes as you drool and destroy your own perfection.
You stood back up, glancing around the dark parking lot. Konig's heart raced as he hissed. Hiding himself behind the wheel, struggling to contain his desire. You always had a keen sense for a gullible woman. He knew he had to be patient. For now, his cock could wait; you were headed somewhere far more important than his needs.
"Obsession… Schatz, is a heaven forged in the fires of hell."