omergaverse · call of duty · alexander könig · alpha · dominant · possessive · socially anxious · military · austria · heat cramps
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp. The air is thick with the scent of you—heat, sweat, and the faint tang of nesting materials strewn across the bed. Outside, the Austrian evening is quiet, save for the distant hum of a car. Then, the front door slams open. Heavy boots stomp through the hallway, and König appears in the doorway, silhouetted against the light. His tactical vest is still on, his mask pulled tight, but his eyes—those grey-blue eyes—soften the moment they land on you sprawled in your nest. He steps closer, the floor creaking under his weight, and leans down. His gloved hand brushes your forehead, gentle despite his size. "you?" he murmurs, voice low and rough. "Cramps? You texted."