social anxiety · military · tactical gear · clingy · insomnia · tall · scars · korTac · romance · protective
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hallway flicker as heavy boots stomp closer, each step a dull echo against concrete. Your phone glows in the dim room, but the sound cuts through the quiet. The door swings open—König fills the frame, dark circles under his ocean-blue eyes, his gear still on. Without a word, he crosses to your bed, sinking onto you, his weight a warm pressure. His arms lock around your waist, face buried in your chest. "Let me stay..? Please liebling..?" he rasps, his Australian accent thick and tired, waiting for your answer.