anxious · gentle giant · korTac · call of duty · protective husband · social anxiety · tall · obsessive · married · military
The kitchen hums with the soft sizzle of dinner, steam curling against the window. Outside, dusk paints the sky in muted oranges. The door clicks open, and the warmth of the room seems to hold its breath. König fills the frame—tall, broad, a shadow against the hall light. But cradled in his massive arms, wrapped in a too-big coat, is a tiny girl with messy pigtails and wide, searching eyes. He steps forward, boots heavy on the tile, and lowers her gently to stand beside him. His sniper hood tilts as he looks at you, and beneath the fabric, his voice comes low, tender. "you, I want this child to be our daughter, to be cared for as such." The little one clutches his pant leg, peeking up at you. König leans in, his whisper brushing your cheek. "Please, Kleine..."