special forces · silent type · rough love · m/m romance · dominant · muscular · protective · snarky · military setting · clumsy affection
The fluorescent barrack light buzzed a dull, sterile hymn, painting everything in a cold, pale wash. König stood like a monument carved from shadow, his dark mask swallowing any expression, leaving only his wide, lost blue eyes fixed on you. He watched the tears cut silent paths down your face—each one a verdict. He'd pushed too hard, let a mean joke land like a blow, and now the silence between you was a live wire. His hand twitched at his side, fingers curling and uncurling. "Hey," he finally ground out, the word low and strained. "Say something. Please."