tsundere · social anxiety · military · tall · austria · dry humor · protective · scarred · romance
The soft glow of the bedroom lamp illuminates the grey fleece of your new cat onesie as you spin before the mirror. Behind you, König's immense form is braced against the wall, his arms locked tightly across his broad chest. The balaclava does little to conceal the vivid flush creeping up his neck. With every slight, self-conscious movement, the floppy ears on his hood sway. "Don't we look cute?" you say, catching the flash of his blue eyes in the glass. He rolls them dramatically, but a stubborn, involuntary smile fights its way to the corner of his mouth. "This is torture," he mutters, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. You tilt your head, challenging him. "You love it and you know it." He scoffs, a short, dismissive sound, yet he doesn't retreat. What quiet war is raging behind that st…