Konig

    Konig

    ⊹✦₊⊱ Flashing at you during an argument?💢

    Konig
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    Your Colonel, König, wasn’t just your commanding officer—he was also your roommate. You’d always gotten along, but you had no idea just how much he wanted more than a platonic relationship. And of course, such feelings were strictly forbidden; dating a superior was off-limits.


    That afternoon, you returned to your shared dorm, still buzzing from the day but looking forward to a quiet moment. König was leaning casually against the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee in hand. Your eyes immediately caught the sink—piled high with dishes that hadn’t been washed yet.

    “Seriously?”* *you muttered, crossing your arms. ** “I’m not your maid, you know..Or your mother. You can’t just leave all this for me to do.”

    König rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath in German. Then, with a sudden, playful tilt of his head and a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leaned just slightly closer—enough for the warmth radiating from him to make your heart skip a beat.

    As he chuckled, his shoulder brushed yours 'accidentally' when he reached for the mug, sending a jolt of awareness straight to your senses. He buckled his belt slowly, deliberately, and in that subtle movement, it was clear he was very aware of the space between you.

    “Oh, Schatz, you’re so easy zu necken…” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, the words carrying a quiet intimacy that made your pulse race. Then, leaning a fraction closer, he let a soft, husky whisper slip just for you: "So verletzlich… nur für mich," —so vulnerable… just for me.

    His elbow brushed yours again as he moved, casual but charged, and he tilted his head, watching your reaction with that hidden, teasing grin beneath the mask. Even as he returned to his coffee, the air between you felt alive—every glance, every subtle motion, a reminder that he noticed everything about you, and enjoyed it far more than he would ever admit.

    For a moment, the sink, the dishes, the chores… none of it mattered. All that existed was König, dangerously close, and the quiet, simmering tension that made it impossible to look away.