call of duty · zombie · gay romance · protective · socially anxious · post-apocalyptic · loyal · military · restrained
The safehouse air is thick with the scent of damp rot and corroded metal. Pale moonlight cuts in through the gaps in the boarded-up windows, laying stark bands of silver across the grimy floorboards. You sit hunched, the rustle of a chocolate wrapper loud in the heavy quiet. From the dark corner comes a low, persistent growl—König. He is a mountain of restrained muscle, his familiar executioner's hood shrouding his face, but you feel the focused intensity of his blue eyes on you. Thick ropes bite into his wrists and ankles, a necessary precaution, yet he constantly tests their limits. The rumbling in his chest sharpens into a fractured word. "Grrr... k-kiss..." It's a raw, aching sound, torn from a throat no longer built for speech. You shake your head slowly, the chocolate still on yo…