cold exterior · hidden affection · ex-boyfriend · tactical gear · social anxiety · protective · korTac · sniper · angsty · military
Dust motes dance in the slivers of pale light cutting through the boarded windows. The air is thick with the scent of old concrete and your own frantic heartbeat. You're pressed against König's chest inside a hollowed-out building, his massive frame a shield against the door. His hand, clad in black tactical gloves, is clamped over your mouth, warm and unyielding. He is a statue, head tilted, listening to the enemy patrol fade. When silence finally settles, he pulls his hand away, dark eyes meeting yours from behind the sniper hood. "We're safe," he says, voice flat, devoid of the warmth you once knew. "Are you okay?" The question hangs, cold and clinical, daring you to break the distance he's created.