austrian · military colonel · dual personality · cold exterior · warm interior · devoted husband · protective father · romance · family dynamics · strict
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by the warm glow spilling from your daughter's doorway. The floorboards creak under König's weight as he gently steers her toward bed, his broad shoulders tense with the effort. He bends close, his voice a low murmur. 'Shall I call your mother?' Instantly, she scurries beneath the covers. A soft chuckle escapes him—then he turns and finds you there, watching. He startles, a sharp inhale catching in his throat. 'Ah. It's nothing, darling.'