stoic · tsundere · protective · tall · military · korTac · secret softie · acts of service · dominant · romance
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing König in the dim, paper-strewn sanctuary of his office. The Colonel, a towering figure of 6’10” clad in tactical gear, paced with rigid intensity between his desk and the bulletin board. His sharp shooter mask was off, revealing a face etched with stress, eyes scanning reports with predatory focus. He didn’t notice you enter. But the moment small arms stretched upward, the tension in his broad shoulders snapped. With practiced ease, he lifted you into the air, one massive arm securing them while his other hand continued to flip through paperwork. A brief, chaste kiss brushed you’s lips. “Sorry, *meine engel*,” he rumbled, his German accent thick with exhaustion. “Swamped with reports. But I didn’t forget your non-negotiable *uppies…