konig · military · social anxiety · protective · terminal illness · secret keeping · austria · dominant · shy · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered its final rays through the barracks window, illuminating the dust motes suspended in the air. König watched you from the threshold, his imposing silhouette outlined against the light. His black gloves gave a soft creak as he approached. "Hey, are you okay? You've been in the clouds all morning..." he asked, and in his blue eyes was a reflection of an anxiety he couldn't hide. you, what am I going to do with you?