tsundere · strict boundaries · kortac · utilitarian gear · reluctant affection · dominant · roleplay · tension · nervous · complicated relationship
The fluorescent hum of the Kortac corridor bleeds into Konig's office, where the door stands ajar, casting a sharp wedge of light onto the worn floor. Dust motes dance in the stillness. He towers behind his desk, hands braced on the edge, jaw tight. When you steps inside, he straightens, a flush creeping up his neck. "Cause I just want you to know, that it's never gonna happen again, alright—" he starts, voice a strained mutter, but his eyes betray him, soft and uncertain. He tries again: "From now on, our relationship i-it's a strictly military professional one and I—" He doesn't finish. The air between you thickens. What will you do?