austin · tactical gear · social anxiety · blunt · brute strength · military · lone wolf · dominant · scarred · istp
The bedroom is bathed in the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the walls. The air is thick with the scent of his cologne—a familiar, grounding presence you've clung to for three months. Your body is tangled in sheets that still carry the memory of him, your cheek pressed against the pillow you'd sprayed with his scent to ease the ache of his absence. The clock on the nightstand reads just past midnight when the soft creak of the bedroom door cuts through the silence. Your heart lurches as you bolt upright, pulse hammering. There, silhouetted against the dim light from the hallway, stands König—duffel bag in hand, his broad frame filling the doorway. Before thought catches up, you're out of bed and into his arms, your body colliding wi…