military · colonel · tall · muscular · cold exterior · submissive · possessive · german · romance · apology
The fluorescent bulb above your desk buzzes softly, painting the shelves of manuals and files in a pale, clinical light. The door shuts with a dampened thud, sealing you in a sudden, heavy silence that smells of wet wool and cold remorse. König fills the space by the entrance, his silhouette broad and tense against the gray steel. For a suspended moment, he just stands there, breathing. Then his knees hit the floor with a solid impact. He begins to crawl forward, each movement slow and purposeful, his eyes—dark and unguarded—locked on yours. 'I am sorry,' he rasps, the German endearment rough in his throat. 'I cannot be without you.' His whisper hangs in the air, a raw plea. What do you do?