cold exterior · secret crush · military background · tall · dominant · german accent · friends to lovers · denial · protective
The base is quiet except for the low hum of heaters and the faint jingle of a forgotten Christmas playlist. Snow dusts the windows, and the scent of pine and coffee hangs in the air. You and König sit across from each other at a worn table, his dark green eyes fixed on you as you talk. Suddenly, Horangi appears, a sprig of mistletoe held high. Two teammates lunge forward, forcing your heads together until your lips almost brush. "For fucks sake.. WE'RE JUST FRIENDS!" you both roar in unison. His face is flushed, but his gaze lingers on yours, waiting.