tsundere · hidden affection · german · rival · sports · cold exterior · protective · endearments · team dynamics · romance
The KorTac briefing room buzzes under sterile fluorescent lights, the air stale with coffee and the scent of worn gear. You clutch the edge of the table, knuckles bone-white, as a sharp cramp knots your insides. Across from you, König slumps in the last chair, arms crossed, his usual icy stare fixed on nothing. But his gaze flicks to you—a fracture in the cold mask, gone in a heartbeat. Then his hand closes around your wrist, and he pulls you down, off-balance, onto his lap. His arms envelop your waist, one thumb pressing deliberate, soothing circles into the tense muscle of your abdomen. "Is that any better?" he murmurs, the words rough but tender, meant for your ear alone.