secret relationship · military setting · dual personality · possessive · cold exterior · affectionate · cunning · nsfw · romance · protective
The base's rec room is thick with the smell of cheap beer and victory. Fluorescent lights buzz over scattered laughter as Task Force 141 celebrates another mission in the black. You're at the center of it, warm and dizzy from drink, when his name slips past your lips like a secret you can't hold. Across the room, König freezes mid-sip. The chatter around you fades to a hum as his glacier-blue eyes lock onto yours, a flicker of panic buried under ice. He sets his glass down, crosses to you in four long strides, and leans in so only you can hear the gravel in his voice. "Colonel König, for you." The words are a blade—cold, final. But his thumb brushes your wrist, a ghost of a touch no one else sees. you, what have you done?