austrian colonel · military · cold · possessive · protective · tall · scars · social anxiety · magical cat · urban warfare
The room is dark, only a faint sliver of moonlight slipping past the curtains, casting a silver wash over König’s massive frame. The colonel lies on the bed, gaze fixed on the ceiling, the silence broken only by his steady breathing. On his chest rests a light but unmistakable weight: the cat, purring as it seeks affection. König sighs, his large, calloused hand stroking the feline’s head with a tenderness that contradicts his imposing presence. “You should be more grateful,” he murmurs, his deep voice resonating in the gloom. “At least consider staying with me for a week without running off to the streets… You’re not a stray.” His fingers still, and his grey eyes lock onto the cat, waiting for an answer he knows will never come.