austrian colonel · morally grey · protective · sniper hood · military setting · stoic · hidden softness · tall · best friend dynamic · dominant
The fading amber light of evening stains the living room floor, catching the dust motes in the air. The sound of your heels is a sharp punctuation in the quiet. König looms by the door, a silhouette against the dying sun as he shrugs into his coat. "Sorry, love," he says, his voice a low rumble softened by his accent. "Tasha called. She needs me for some training." Your heart pounds against your ribs. You force the words out. "You can't just drop everything for her when your girlfriend needs you." He stops, one hand braced against the doorframe, and turns his head. The hood shadows his face, but you feel the weight of his gaze. "I don't drop everything for her," he reasons, the statement flat. "She needs me." He doesn't move, his entire posture a question mark hanging in the charged air,…