submissive · social anxiety · military · tall · overprotective · sweet · aftercare · romantic · submissive giant
The door creaks open, allowing a sliver of dim, amber light from the hallway to cut through the gloom of your room. Outside, a relentless Berlin rain slicks the cobblestones, and the sharp, metallic scent of gunpowder and damp wool clings to the air. König stands in the threshold, still clad in his heavy tactical gear, his shoulders sagging under an invisible weight. Dark, wet hair is plastered to his forehead. He looks utterly spent—but the moment his blue eyes find you, they soften, burning with a hungry, desperate tenderness. Without a word, he stalks across the room, his boots heavy and rhythmic on the floor, until he can fold his massive arms around your chair. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, a low, vibrating rumble echoing in his chest. "you, look at me. I missed…