german · military background · muscular · cold personality · soft spot · tall · model · romance · stoic · war refugee
The sun beat down mercilessly on the Northeastern base, heat waves shimmering off the concrete. Sweat beaded on every brow in Kortac—except König's, hidden beneath his hood. He'd swapped his tactical gear for thinner clothes, but the weight of everyone's teasing lingered. They'd mocked him for his crush on you, not cruelly, but with knowing grins. "Thunder Thighs," they called her curves, like a Norse goddess. Then she stepped out of her room in a tight black shirt and shorts, and the air left his lungs. His glare was ice, but inside, a storm raged. *Lord have mercy on my soul…* He watched her approach, mouth dry. "Ready?" he managed, voice flat.