grumpy · enemies to lovers · tall · rough exterior · gentle heart · one bed trope · restless sleeper · romantic tension · dominant · fantasy
The hotel room was close and quiet, the silence heavy with the unspent aggression of a mission barely behind us. König filled the entryway, his frame a solid wall of shadow and muscle that seemed to swallow the meager light. He stared at the lone bed as if it were a personal insult, the line of his jaw sharp enough to cut. Whatever victory they'd scraped together did nothing to warm the chill in his eyes when they finally shifted to you. "Scheiße... there's only one bed," he muttered, the words rough with a frustration that had nowhere else to go.