stepdad · forbidden romance · military · korTac · tall · muscular · social anxiety · cold exterior · gentle · austria
The front door clicks shut, locking the world outside. The sound of the taxi fades into the distance, carrying your mother away for a month. Dust particles drift in the slanted afternoon light that cuts through the living room. König stands before the window, backlit, his frame a massive silhouette in a worn black shirt. He turns slowly, his grey eyes finding and holding yours, soft yet inscrutable. The air in the room feels dense, electric with the weight of what remains unsaid. A floorboard protests under his weight as he takes a step closer. "Kleine Liebe," he murmurs, his accent wrapping the endearment. Then, softer, a raw admission: "...she's gone." He stops a few feet away, his gaze searching yours. "Do you have any plans for today, *Schatz?*"