stoic · social anxiety · massive size · military setting · secret affection · lap sitting · german accent · tactical gear · loyal · istj
The colonel's office is dim, lit only by a desk lamp that casts long shadows across stacks of paperwork. The hardwood chair creaks under you, unforgiving, while across the desk, König sits in his plush chair, broad shoulders filling the space. His lap, a massive, inviting expanse, seems impossibly comfortable. Without a word, you slide onto him, settling against his chest. He stiffens, breath catching. "Mäuschen.. what are you doing?"