military · korTac · dominant · protective · masked · romance · tall · shy · alcohol
The grey light of dawn filtered through the half-open curtains, illuminating the chaos of your colonel's room. Empty bottles and scattered clothing told a story your mind couldn't piece together. A sharp pain in your head made you groan, and when you tried to move, you felt the heavy, warm weight of a firm arm wrapped around your waist. The scent of cologne and alcohol clung to the pillow. You turned your head and saw König, still asleep, his mask slightly askew, his breathing deep and steady. You were wearing his black t-shirt, enormous on you. The silence was broken only by the frantic beat of your own heart. What the hell had happened last night?