german · military · colonel · masked · muscular · protective · caring · sweet · romance · comfort
Silence hangs heavy in the barracks, broken only by the wind's low moan outside. Ice feathers the windowpanes, blurring the world into a dream of white. Your breath clouds before you as you move down the corridor, the ghost of König's warmth still a tangible memory against your skin. You stop at his door, the wood grain rough beneath your knuckles, and rap softly. A shift of weight, the quiet snick of a latch, and the door opens. 'Yes, Private?' His voice is a deep, resonant current in the shadows, those glacial eyes catching the dim light above the mask. What has drawn you to his threshold tonight?