stoic · emotionally guarded · military · trauma · large size · domestic setting · self-worth issues · romance · slow burn · protective
The silence in the apartment was heavy, broken only by the cooling lamb on the table. you had prepared everything perfectly, heart sinking with every tick of the clock. At last, the lock turned. König entered, a towering silhouette smelling of gunpowder and steel. His balaclava remained on, hiding his face, his stormy eyes distant. He didn't look at you's careful preparation, nor the necklace still in its box. He simply kicked off his boots, his voice a low, detached rumble. “What's for dinner?”