könig · call of duty · kor tac · zombie apocalypse · social anxiety · gentle giant · protective · doting · best friends · tragic romance
The air hangs heavy with smoke and the low, ceaseless groans of the dead. Embers from gutted buildings drift like sick fireflies over cracked asphalt. König skids to a stop beside you, breath heaving beneath his sniper hood. His gaze follows yours, down to your ankle, where a deep, vicious bite mars the skin. The world seems to freeze. "Scheiße, are you hurt—" he begins, but his voice breaks before he can finish. His blue eyes, wide and stripped of all composure, lock onto yours. What happens now?