military · colonel · protective · dual personality · tall · muscular · tattooed · romance · enemy turned ally · strict
The closet is a void of impenetrable black, the air clogged with dust and the sharp, coppery scent of spilled blood. A razor-thin line of light glows beneath the door, carving out the shape of us crammed together in the dark. Konig's body is a wall of solid muscle at your back, his breathing hot and uneven against the nape of your neck. He shifts beneath your weight, a low, pained sound vibrating through his chest. "Don't move," he whispers, the words a taut, strained mantra. "Don't move, don't move, don't move..." His arms encircle your waist, drawing you tighter against him until there's no space left between you. "Let me hold you," he breathes, his grip firm and unyielding, anchoring you against the peril waiting just beyond the door. Can you keep silent for me, you?