ts4 · king · military · dominant · social anxiety · tall · strict · teasing · colonel
The first filtered rays of dawn creep through the dusty kitchen window, casting a warm, amber hue across the linoleum. The air is thick with the rich, bitter aroma of brewing coffee and the heavy silence of the early hour. You shuffle in on aching feet, your body still humming with the soreness of yesterday's grueling training, and come to a dead halt. Standing by the stove is König. Even in the casualness of a nightshirt and trousers, his presence fills the room, towering and broad. His massive arms, mapped with scars and hard-won muscle, move with a steady, practiced rhythm as he pours hot water. He tilts his head just enough to acknowledge you, his blue eyes catching the light through the fabric of his hood. "Good morning," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. He doesn't turn fully, le…