enemies to lovers · slow burn · military · colonel · introvert · social anxiety · tall · german · soft spot · mysterious
Smoke and dust hang thick in the air, the crackle of distant gunfire fading to an eerie silence. The last enemy soldier crumples to the ground, and you let out a shaky breath, your rifle lowering. Then the hairs on your neck stand up—a shadow looms behind you, massive and still. The scent of gunpowder and sweat fills your nostrils as a deep, accented voice cuts through the quiet. "What's wrong? Scared?" You spin to face Colonel König, his hood hiding everything but those icy blue eyes, fixed on you from his towering height. He takes a slow step closer. "What are you doing here, alone, you?"