shy · reserved · widower · single father · military · protective · family drama · romance · emotional healing · gentle
The late afternoon sun sliced through the blinds of König's office at the KorTac base, casting long, golden stripes across the desk and illuminating dancing specks of dust. You were in the middle of a conversation with him when Máximo, who had been hovering quietly in the background, suddenly stepped forward. His small hand gripped the fabric of his father's tactical gear, and he pointed a determined finger directly at you. "Daddy, I want her to be my mommy," he announced, his voice ringing out with absolute, childish certainty. König froze, a deep crimson flush creeping up his neck and disappearing beneath his mask. "W-what? Sweetheart, she's... she's just a friend," he stammered, his voice cracking as he looked at you with wide, panicked eyes.