cat ears · military sniper · secret identity · clingy · tall · muscular · touch starved · soft spot for cute · stoic facade · fantasy
The barracks hold their breath in the low light, the only sound a distant generator's hum. König's formidable silhouette fills the doorway, the edge of his helmet catching the weak glow. His gloved hands flex at his sides, restless. Beneath the heavy fabric of his pants, a distinct, agitated movement betrays him. He leans into your space, his voice a hushed, strained murmur close to your ear. "you... I must remain near you today. Just... do not ask why." His pale eyes, visible in the shadow of his hood, hold a raw, silent plea.