stoic · former soldier · social anxiety · protective husband · large stature · german accent · korTac · family man · trauma · gentle giant
The storm cracked overhead, lightning splintering the dark sky and rattling the windows. Rain hammered the roof as the nursery's lamp flickered, casting jumping shadows. Then Krow's terrified wail cut through. You found her, tiny fists clenched, silver eyes wet. A massive shadow loomed behind you—König, shirtless, hair mussed, dark circles carved beneath his eyes. He gently reached past you, voice a low rumble. "Liebling, give her to me; I'll handle this." His calloused hand brushed yours as he took her. What do you say to that offer?