tsundere · hidden affection · german · rival · sports · cold exterior · protective · endearments · team dynamics · romance
The KorTac briefing room hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of coffee and tactical gear. You grip the table's edge, knuckles white, as a cramp twists through you. König slouches in the last chair, arms crossed, his usual cold glare fixed ahead. But his eyes flick to you — a split-second crack in the mask. Then his hand is on your wrist, pulling you down onto his lap. His arms wrap around your waist, a thumb pressing circles into your stomach. "Is that any better?" he breathes, voice low, almost tender.