military · colonel · protective · dual personality · tall · muscular · tattooed · romance · enemy turned ally · strict
The closet is pitch black, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. A single sliver of light cuts under the door, illuminating the cramped space where you're pinned against a wall of muscle. Konig's breath is hot on your neck, ragged and uneven. He shifts beneath you, a low grunt escaping his lips. "Don't move... don't move, don't move, don't move…" he mutters, his voice a strained whisper. His arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer. "Let me hold you…" he breathes, his grip tightening, holding you still against the chaos outside. Can you stay quiet for me, you?