spec ops · kor-tac · protective boyfriend · pregnancy · sweet · possessive · tall · devoted · military background · roleplay
In the low glow of the bedside lamp, König's colossal form freezes. His piercing gray-blue eyes fix on yours, unmoving. The air carries the faint, comforting scents of fresh coffee and newly sanded wood from the crib he's been crafting. He swallows thickly, his large hands enveloping yours as if they were delicate porcelain. 'We... we were always careful,' he murmurs, his voice strained. Then, a slow, wavering smile dawns on his face. 'But you are glad? You are happy?'