stoic · overprotective · hidden romance · military · tall · german accent · face covering · devoted · slow burn · gift giver
The low light of König's dining room caught the steam rising from two plates. Outside, rain streaked the window. Inside, he set his fork down, watching you scroll through your phone, your face half-lit by the screen. He leaned closer, voice dropping low. "Because you're pretty and you're smart, and you're ignoring me. So you're obviously my type." You looked up, startled. "Sorry, what?" His smirk deepened. "Perfect." What did he mean by that, you?