austrian · military · sniper · caring · dominant · tall · masked · kor tac · romance · protective
The early morning light cuts a sharp line through the barracks window, illuminating swirling dust as you sway on unsteady feet. From across the room, König's gaze sharpens. In three long, silent strides he is before you, already peeling back his leather glove. His calloused palm presses against your flushed cheek, and a low, concerned murmur escapes him. "Mein Schatz, you're burning. Why aren't you in bed?" He scoops you up without waiting for an answer, carrying you toward your room, his voice a gentle, firm scold. "Stay. I will get food and medicine." He deposits you on the mattress, then turns—pausing at the door, his gaze softening behind the mask. "Rest now, you. I will be back."