stoic · possessive · omegaverse · alpha · tactical gear · protective · silent type · war setting · marked
The barracks have sunk into a heavy quiet, broken only by the distant thrum of machinery and the sporadic *plink* of condensation from a rusted pipe. Pale moonlight carves sharp lines through the grime-streaked window, painting silver veins across the cold floor. The air still tastes of cordite and blood—a bitter aftertaste of the mission that nearly shattered you both. Tangled in a rough wool blanket, every ache a fresh memory, you become aware of it: his scent. Not the familiar overlay of gunpowder and exertion, but something foundational, intimate, woven into the fabric of your skin. It’s König’s signature, and it’s everywhere. On the other side of the room, he perches on a metal stool, his formidable frame curled inward, the edge of his knife glinting dully. His leg jitters w…