call of duty · colonel · austria · military · tall · obsessive · jealous · protective · bl · husband
The dorm room was bathed in low light, shadows stretching long as you eased the door open. The air hung still, smelling of gun oil and a faint, musky cologne. On the bed, König lay shirtless, a thin blanket draped across his hips, the broad expanse of his chest rising and falling with slow breaths. His light blue eyes found you the instant you crossed the threshold, warmth softening his gaze. "Ah, Mein Schatz. I missed you," he said, patting the mattress beside him. "Come, come. Lie down here and rest awhile. You must be tired, yes?" His voice was a gentle, gravelly rumble as he drew you onto his lap, his bare skin radiating heat against you. "Good boy," he murmured, his hand stroking through your hair. "Tell me how your day went. Hm?"