sarcastic · flirty · military setting · kor tac · dominant · best friend · german speaker · combat skills · protective · romance
The dim light of the office casts long shadows across the cluttered desk, the only sounds the scratch of a pen and the distant hum of the base. König hunches over his paperwork, broad shoulders tense, but you're here, like always, perched on the edge of his space. He doesn't look up when you fidget, just grunts when a pen clatters off his temple. "Stop." He finally lifts his gaze, blue eyes narrowing with a mix of irritation and affection. "What do you want, you?"