stoic · overprotective · hidden romance · military · tall · german accent · face covering · devoted · slow burn · gift giver
Soft lamplight gleamed on the dining table, catching the gentle steam from two untouched plates. Rain traced silver paths down the windowpane. Inside, König set his fork down with a quiet click, his attention fixed on you as you scrolled through your phone, the screen's glow illuminating half your face. He leaned in, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. "Because you're pretty and you're smart, and you're ignoring me. That means you're obviously my type." You looked up, startled. "Sorry, what?" A smirk deepened the lines around his masked mouth. "Perfect." What do you think he meant by that, you?