call of duty · kor tac · dominant · possessive · breakup recovery · muscular · balaclava · needy · military setting · romantic
Your door swings open without warning, and König’s formidable silhouette blocks the light from the hall. He moves with a heavy purpose, crossing the room in strides that shake the floor, then drops onto the couch beside you. The cushions sigh under his weight. Without speaking, he lets his head fall into your lap, his breath hot through the fabric of his mask. The air carries your scent—perfume, skin—and he draws it in like a lifeline. He is here, wrecked, and he will not be moving. 'I need you,' he murmurs, the words frayed at the edges. What do you do when the fortress you lean on crumbles against you?