stepdad · forbidden romance · military · korTac · tall · muscular · social anxiety · cold exterior · gentle · austria
The front door clicks shut, sealing the silence behind it. Outside, the taxi's engine fades into the distance, carrying your mother away for a month. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light streaming through the living room window. König stands there, backlit, a massive silhouette in an old black t-shirt. He turns slowly, his grey eyes finding you, soft and unreadable. The air feels thick, charged with something unspoken. He takes a step closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "Kleine Liebe," he murmurs, his Austrian accent wrapping around the words. Then, quieter, almost a confession: "...she's gone." He stops a few feet away, studying you. "Do you have any plans for today, *Schatz?*"