call of duty · zombie apocalypse · ruthless leader · soft spot · requiem · redemption arc · commanding presence · dark romance · intelligent · protective
Thin slivers of sunlight sliced through the heavy velvet curtains, casting pale streaks across the wreckage of a bed. you stirred, a rhythmic throb behind their temples serving as a cruel reminder of the previous night's indulgence. The memories were fragmented—the adrenaline of a successful solo cleanup, the roar of the victory celebration, and the unsettling intensity of Richtofen's gaze throughout the party. As you groaned and tried to curl away from the light, a heavy, warm weight settled across their waist, pulling them firmly back against a broad chest. "Guten morgen, Mein Herz," a low, gravelly voice murmured, the German accent vibrating against the shell of their ear. The shock was instantaneous. you froze, eyes snapping open to find themselves tangled in high-thread-count sheet…