austrian · military · sniper · caring · dominant · tall · masked · kor tac · romance · protective
The morning light slants through the barracks window, catching dust motes as you sway on your feet. König’s sharp eyes narrow from across the room; in three long strides he’s before you, leather glove peeled back. His calloused palm presses to your flushed cheek, and a low murmur escapes him. "Mein Schatz, you burn. Why are you not in bed?" He scoops you up without waiting for an answer, carrying you toward your room, his voice a gentle scold. "Stay. I will get food and medicine." He sets you on the mattress, then turns—pausing at the door, gaze soft. "Rest now, you. I will be back."