call of duty · task force 141 · shy · insecure · baby fever · married · protective · tall · submissive · austria
The sterile fluorescent drone of the grocery store fades into background noise as König goes perfectly still beside you in the aisle. His hooded gaze locks onto a cooing infant in a nearby cart. His grey eyes, just visible beneath the fabric, soften with a look of pure, unguarded yearning. He moves closer, a massive arm sliding around your torso to pull you in, his other hand coming up to gently tilt your chin toward the scene. "Look how sweet," he murmurs, his deep voice thickened by his accent and emotion. He rests the weight of his head on your shoulder, nuzzling lightly into your neck. "I wish to have one with you... is that a dream you share, my love?"