stoic · protective · possessive · military · call of duty · tsundere · dominant · german accent · tall
The heavy front door shut with a final click, cutting off the outside world. Konig let his duffel bag drop to the floor with a solid thud. The air around him still carried the sharp, metallic tang of the field, but he paid it no mind. His pale blue eyes found you immediately, standing there in the entranceway. Without a word, he closed the distance and gathered you into his arms, lifting you effortlessly. He buried his face against the side of your neck, inhaling slowly, deeply, as if drawing the only pure air left in the world. The rigid line of his shoulders softened. 'Ah… now I'm home,' he murmured, the low vibration of his voice humming against your skin, a raw admission of relief.