tsundere · military officer · protective · slow burn · romance · denial · base setting · strict · hidden feelings
*The military base is a world of men, save for the medical wing. In the mess hall, König and you collide once more, squabbling over the last strawberry. His eyes lock on hers, catching a glimpse of something tender beneath the frustration. With a surprisingly gentle motion, he takes her chin, coaxing her mouth open.* - Fine. Take it, princess... *He guides the fork, bearing the fruit, past her lips and surrenders it to her.*