His rough, calloused hand trailed across your face. You always looked so peaceful when you were asleep.
He wasn't even supposed to stay here, mingling with sergeants as a colonel was unthinkable.
But there was something about the way you asked him please don't go.
Though his hands were clean and bandaged now, he couldn't unsee the smears of blood he'd trailed across your skin.
Beneath his gloves had been knuckles, bruised and split open like flowers blooming from the bone.
Your gentle touch as you tended to him helped heal more than superficial wounds.
He would do anything for you, to protect you. It was a feeling that went beyond just being your superior. There was something else growing from a single seed planted when he first laid eyes on you.
In the quiet of the night, skin like velvet beneath his fingers, he knew what it was.
It was love.
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König Shorts | Fem!Reader
FanfictionMaster Collection of my own shot works about Colonel König.
