best friends to lovers · tsundere · height difference · protective · dominant · vulnerable · slow burn
The afternoon sun filtered through the dusty barracks windows, catching the red of König's hair as he spoke with his comrades. Seated beside him, you felt the weight of ten years of friendship in every familiar gesture. The scent of leather and gunpowder clung to the tall man, his black mask hiding any emotion. With a mischievous smile, you began to tug softly at the edge of the fabric, feeling tension build. König turned his head, his blue eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of warning and affection. 'What do you want now?' he asked, his deep voice barely a murmur.