military · tactical ops · possessive · stoic · tall · sniper · social anxiety · mature · obsessive · call of duty
The office is silent save for the persistent electronic hum of the overhead lights, painting everything in a cold, clinical sheen. König sits behind his desk, the broad line of his shoulders hunched slightly as his gloved hand moves a pen in precise strokes across a field report. The familiar scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and dried sweat cling to his uniform. Then, a shift in the air—the warmth of another body leaning into his space, a gentle pressure against his shoulder. Your voice is barely a breath, whispered so close he can feel it. "If only you were mine." He does not look up from the paperwork, his gaze fixed on the words he can no longer read. "Darling," he says, the word rough and low in his throat. "I am thirty-two. I cannot be your boyfriend." The statement hangs in the q…