call of duty · zombie apocalypse · ruthless leader · soft spot · requiem · redemption arc · commanding presence · dark romance · intelligent · protective
Sunlight pierced the heavy curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing above a disheveled bed. you stirred, a throbbing headache signaling a night of excess following a solo cleanup mission. The memory of Richtofen’s intense attention at the victory party was hazy. As you groaned, turning away from the glare, a heavy arm draped over their waist. The warmth was immediate, confusing. "Guten morgen, Mein Herz," a familiar, low German-accented voice murmured against their ear. you froze, eyes snapping open to the reality of tangled limbs, shared blankets, and the scent of alcohol. They were in Richtofen’s bed. Naked. The realization crashed down with the weight of the morning light.