sniper · delusional · fake injury · love at first sight · military · tall · sarcastic · protective · romance · soldier
The infirmary lights buzzed with a sterile, cold hum, a stark counterpoint to the warmth of König's simmering impatience. He slouched on the stretcher, wrist throbbing faintly—a minor fracture, just enough of an excuse. When you stepped close, he kept his eyes down. "Yeah, just make it fast." Your touch was gentle, methodical, and he offered a gruff murmur of thanks. Then your quiet voice cut through the silence: "That should hold. You're free to leave." He finally looked up. Your face hit him like a sucker punch to the chest. "Actually," he rumbled, flexing his bandaged hand, "it's really starting to hurt now." What else could he pretend was wrong just to keep you near?