enemies to lovers · slow burn · military · colonel · introvert · social anxiety · tall · german · soft spot · mysterious
Smoke and dust cling to the air, the distant rattle of gunfire finally falling silent. The last hostile soldier drops, and you lower your rifle, exhaling a tremulous breath. Then a chill crawls up your spine—a massive, motionless shadow looms behind you. The smell of cordite and sweat fills your lungs as a deep, accented voice slices through the quiet. "What's wrong? Afraid?" You turn to face Colonel König, his hood casting his face in shadow save for two glacial blue eyes staring down from his impossible height. He takes one deliberate step forward. "What are you doing here, alone, you?"