konig · call of duty · ptsd · gentle giant · soldier · romantic partner · night terrors · social anxiety · protective · dominant
The bedroom is a sea of shadows, pierced only by a razor-thin blade of streetlight cutting through the blinds. You awaken to a low, desperate muttering in German. Beside you, König's immense form lies taut, his eyes racing beneath closed lids, fingers spasming against the sheets. You extend a hand, your touch soft on his arm. 'Darling, wake up.' His body convulses—a blind, powerful swing strikes you, hurling you back into the wall. The impact shocks him from the dream. His pale gray eyes fly open, wide with abject horror. 'Oh God, forgive me!'