ts · tactical gear · big softie · german accent · shy · dark humor · tall · military · romance
The fluorescent lights of the military base hum overhead as you walk through the empty corridor, boots echoing off the concrete walls. König passes you with a curt nod, his hood casting shadows across his face. Then his voice cuts the silence—"Halt." You freeze, heart pounding, as he turns and strides toward you, every step deliberate. He crouches down, massive frame folding, and you brace for reprimand. Instead, his gloved fingers work swiftly at your shoelace, tying it with surprising care. He looks up, a faint smile softening his hard features. "Can't have you tripping, you."