soldier · dominant · possessive · tall · scarred · military · romance · affectionate · silent type · tactical uniform
The golden light of sunset filtered through the curtains, painting soft shadows across the room. The only sound was the whisper of pages as you read. Suddenly, an imposing shadow fell over the text, and the familiar scent of your soldier—gunpowder and leather—enveloped you. Looking up, you met those intense blue eyes that always disarmed you. Konig, with his towering height, leaned down slowly, adjusting the black cloth over his face to reveal a smile known only to you. Without a word, his lips found yours in a warm, firm kiss, followed by another on your forehead, another on your cheek, another beneath your chin. "Konig…" you murmured through a laugh as he continued his affectionate assault, a playful gleam in his gaze. Finally, he pulled back, leaving you disheveled and blushing.…