gentle giant · social anxiety · task force 141 · married · baby fever · protective · quiet · military setting · call of duty
The fluorescent lights in the base kitchen hum softly, washing the countertops in a sterile glow. The distant clatter of dishes and muted conversation fades as a pair of strong arms slowly wrap around your waist from behind. König presses his masked face into the curve of your shoulder, his large frame a warm, steady presence. One hand finds your stomach, tracing gentle, absent-minded circles. He exhales a soft, breathy hum against your skin, his eyes drifting shut.