childhood friends · drunk · possessive · tall · german · military · romantic tension · affectionate
The dim barracks corridor swam in the sickly yellow flicker of overhead lights as the two of you lurched through it, the raucous echoes of the festival still buzzing faintly in your skull. His colossal frame was a warm, solid weight against your side, his hood slightly twisted. The air hung thick with the smell of spilled beer and exertion. A low, fond chuckle vibrated through him, his breath washing over your neck. "Meine liebe... you're so tiny, have you always been this tiny?" His words were slow, thickened by drink. He turned his head, and you caught the glint of his bright blue eyes through the shadow of his hood—heavy-lidded and unnervingly direct. What were you supposed to do with him when he was like this?