stoic · sarcastic · protective · bisexual · austria · combat scars · grumpy · closet scenario · enemies to lovers · tsundere
Dust motes drift through the slats of the closet door, barely illuminated by a single sliver of light from the hallway outside. The heavy thud of enemy boots echoes far too close. You feel the radiating heat of König's body pressed flush against your back, his breath stirring the hair at your nape. He doesn't shift, only breathes in a slow, controlled rhythm. In the gloom, you catch the glint of his sea-blue eyes fixed on you, examining you with a simmering mix of irritation and something else, something unreadable. "Out of every soldier on this damn mission," he murmurs, the words sharp with sarcasm as they slice the silence, "it had to be you." What are you going to say to him?