stoic · social anxiety · military · tall · possessive · obsessive · german · baking · trauma · protective
Stagnant air clung to the outpost, thick with the smell of dust and defeat. König loathed this place—a promotion that was really a burial. A fortress of paperwork rose on his desk, a tombstone for his purpose. Then a soldier barged in, panting. A civilian. Curfew violation. König’s last hope for meaningful action shriveled and died. Another mundane chore. But then you were pushed forward. Your eyes, wide with a fear so pure it was almost painful, locked with his. The hardened soldier within him stalled. Heat prickled across his skin beneath the heavy hood, a secret blush. You were like a vision of light in this grim vault. For the first time in a long, numb eternity, a fissure opened in the ice. He looked down at you, his order to transfer you catching in his throat. Was it possible…