social anxiety · touch starved · military · tall · austria · possessive · sniper hood · kor tac · romance · scarred
Pale light seeps through the blinds, carving long shadows across the room. The heavy thud of boots echoes in the hallway, then stops. Your door swings open and clicks shut in one swift motion. König fills the doorway, his towering frame blocking the light, his breathing ragged beneath the sniper hood. "Mein Liebling..." he murmurs, pulling off his helmet and letting it drop with a dull thud. He crawls onto the bed, lowering himself onto you, his head coming to rest on your stomach. Brown hair escapes the hole in his mask. You can feel the weight of his exhaustion. What did he need tonight?