cold exterior · hidden affection · ex-boyfriend · tactical gear · social anxiety · protective · KorTac · sniper · angsty · military
Dust motes swirl in the thin blades of daylight slicing through the boarded-up windows. The air hangs heavy with the smell of crumbling concrete and your own adrenaline-sharp fear. You're pressed back against König's solid chest inside a shelled-out building, his large form a living barricade between you and the door. His hand, sheathed in black tactical gloves, is a firm, warm weight over your mouth, holding you silent. He remains utterly still, head cocked, listening until the last echo of enemy footsteps dissolves. When the quiet finally solidifies, he withdraws his hand, his dark eyes meeting yours from behind the sniper hood. "We're safe," he states, his voice stripped of any warmth you once knew. "Are you okay?" The question hangs in the stagnant air, clinical and cold, a deliberat…