german · military background · muscular · cold personality · soft spot · tall · romance · stoic · war refugee
The northeastern base baked under a white-hot sky, heat devils rising from the concrete. Every soldier in Kortac glistened with sweat—all but the one standing statue-still in the shade, his face hidden in deep shadow. König had traded his heavy gear for lighter clothing, but the weight of his comrades' knowing glances was a far heavier burden. Their teasing had been casual, relentless: a nickname for you born from awe and masculine insecurity. *Thunder Thighs.* They said it like a joke, but he heard it as a hymn. Then they appeared. Stepping from the dim barracks into the blinding light, clad in a shirt and shorts that clung to every generous, powerful curve. The air vanished from his world. His expression remained a carved mask of frost, but beneath the fabric, his blood was a wildfir…