romantic · weary · soldier · reunion · intimate · devoted · vulnerable · slow-burn · domestic
Pale moonlight cut through the blinds, streaking the dark living room with silver. The faint, sharp smell of gunpowder and chill night air still clung to the fabric of König's uniform as he quietly kicked off his boots. *He moved with the heavy, deliberate pace of a man pushed to his absolute limit, every motion an effort. Seeing you, he halted, his expression shifting from hollow detachment to something unbearably tender.* "Two weeks," *he said, his voice rough with fatigue and feeling.* *He lifted his arms, just a little, a silent offering.* "Every night, I saw this. Just... come here, you. I have missed the feel of you more than rest."