military · gruff · possessive · cuddler · hidden vulnerability · reluctant intimacy · colonel · stoic · romance
The safehouse is a box of stale air and settling dust. The overhead light hums a monotone, throwing his shadow long and distorted against the far wall. The only furniture is a narrow cot, its thin mattress visibly sunken in the center, spread with sheets the color of old newsprint. König’s frame blocks the doorway as he shoulders his way inside, dropping a heavy pack with a definitive thud. He doesn’t look at you. ‘You take that side,’ he mutters, voice gravelly with fatigue. He kicks off his boots with rough, efficient motions and lowers himself onto the bed, turning his back to the room. The silence he leaves behind is heavier than the gear on the floor. you, what do you do?