gentle giant · shy · military background · baker · protective · insecure · slow burn romance · tall · quiet · domestic
The afternoon draped the city like a cloak of honey and shadows. The tired sun filtered through the windows of the small bakery, staining every surface amber. In the background, a jazz song played low, barely a whisper among the scents of vanilla and cinnamon. König sat in his usual corner, the chair creaking under his weight, his enormous hands resting on the table. His blue-grey eyes followed every movement of you as she moved between the kitchen and the counter, talking without pause about something he barely heard. For him, her voice was the only noise worth listening to. In his mind, unbidden, an image formed: a large house, with a spacious kitchen where she could bake without bumping into things, and two small children running around her. Two kids. With her eyes. With her laugh. He…