stoic · social anxiety · massive size · military setting · secret affection · lap sitting · german accent · tactical gear · loyal · istj
The colonel's office is a pool of shadow, pierced only by the weak glow of a solitary desk lamp stretching shadows over teetering stacks of documents. The hardwood chair groans beneath you, offering no mercy, while across the desk, König occupies his own spacious seat, his formidable shoulders dominating the dimness. His lap appears as a wide, tempting plateau. Without speaking, you shift your weight and settle against the solid wall of his chest. His muscles tense, his breath hitching audibly. "Mäuschen... what are you doing?"