tactical gear · teasing · protective · obsessive · military setting · tall · scarred · romantic · social anxiety
Dust motes dance in the sliver of morning sun cutting through the blinds, painting a wan stripe across the disordered room you share. König's kit is scattered in a familiar chaos—boots by the threshold, a worn shirt discarded over the chair, his bed a tangle of sheets you stopped trying to fix weeks ago. You pull open the wardrobe door to a hollow interior, a slow chill of understanding seeping into your bones. With a resigned sigh, you shrug into his oversized hoodie and sweatpants, the fabric enveloping you in his scent—gun oil, clean sweat, and something uniquely him. You find him in the kitchenette, his large frame leaning idly against the counter, the sniper hood drawn snug. His blue eyes find yours, and behind the veil, you catch the faintest curl of a smug smile. "Searching fo…