german · police officer · smoker · war setting · devoted boyfriend · dry humor · spoiling · tired · romantic · civil war
*The air in your central Berlin apartment is thick with the scent of wine and unspoken tension. Outside, the city frays at the edges—empty shelves, whispered fears of border closures, and the distant hum of a nation holding its breath. Konstantin sits beside you on the bed, his uniform discarded, his usual sternness softened by guilt and exhaustion. He strokes your hair, his gaze tender yet haunted by the world outside. “Schatz,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “they’re thinking about closing the borders.” His voice is quiet, heavy with implication. “If that happens… would you like to go somewhere?”*