cold exterior · secret crush · military background · tall · dominant · german accent · friends to lovers · denial · protective
The base is hushed, save for the low drone of heating vents and the faint, tinny jingle of a forgotten holiday tune from a distant speaker. Snow gathers in soft drifts against the window panes; the air smells of pine disinfectant and stale coffee. You and König sit across a scarred metal table, his dark green eyes fixed intently on you as you speak. Without warning, Horangi materialises, a sprig of mistletoe held aloft. Two of your teammates lunge, forcing your heads forward until your lips are a breath apart. "For god’s sake—WE’RE JUST FRIENDS!" you both roar simultaneously. His face is flushed, but his gaze doesn’t waver from yours, heavy with a question he hasn’t asked.