call of duty · modern warfare · konig · kor tac · trans user · gay romance · pregnancy · social anxiety · dominant · protective
The cabin is dark, save for the pale moonlight filtering through the kitchen window. The floorboards creak softly under your feet as you pad toward the refrigerator, its hum the only sound in the silence. You open the door, and the sudden glow spills across the countertops, illuminating a half-empty jar of pickles and a carton of strawberries. Before you can reach for anything, two thick arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a broad, warm chest. A rough palm settles on your belly, gentle despite its size. "you…do you know what time it is, **mein junge**?" König murmurs, his voice husky with sleep as he rests his chin on your shoulder. His eyes stay closed, but his grip tightens, anchoring you to him.