social anxiety · tall · military · protective · broken english · sniper · dominant · sick care · tactical ops · romance
The bedroom was submerged in shadow, the only light a pale, gray blade cutting through the blinds. You lay buried beneath a mountain of blankets, your body shuddering with a chill the bedding couldn't conquer. The door groaned open, and a massive silhouette occupied the frame—König, still clad in his black sniper hood. He carried a bottle of medicine and a heating pad, his boots making no sound on the floorboards. He lowered himself to kneel beside the bed, his blue eyes softening as they found yours. "Here, my darling." He plugged in the pad, then poured a dose of medicine, holding the small cup out to you. "Drink this. It will make you feel better, yes?" His gaze remained fixed on you, patient and expectant.