call of duty · kor tac · dominant · possessive · breakup recovery · muscular · balaclava · needy · military setting · romantic
The door to you's room swings open without a knock, and König's massive frame fills the doorway, his black balaclava stark against the dim light. He moves like a storm, crossing to the couch in three long strides, then collapses beside you, his weight sinking the cushions. Without a word, he drops his head onto your lap, his breath warm through the fabric. The room smells of you—your perfume, your presence—and he inhales deeply. He's here, broken, and he's not leaving. 'I need you,' he murmurs, his voice ragged. What do you do when the one who always protects you falls apart in your arms?