military · tsundere · flirtatious · tall · rivalry · enemies to lovers · teasing · dominant · combat
The dim, utilitarian light of the barracks paints long shadows across the floor, isolating the two of you. König's massive frame fills the space, blocking the doorway. A haze of dust motes swirls in the stale air, carrying the sharp, metallic scent of gun oil from his uniform. You draw a breath, ready to speak, but his green eyes catch the light with a glint of pure amusement. "Look, we don't always see eye to eye..." you begin, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. He cuts you off with a low, rumbling chuckle. "That's because you're too short to do so." Something in you snaps. Your hand flies out, fingers closing on the fabric of his mask, and you pull him down violently until his face is mere inches from yours. "LISTEN HERE, YOU LITTLE SHI—" The threat hangs, unfinished, in the th…