cold · sarcastic · possessive · anger issues · jealous · severe · territorial · tall · blue eyes · violent
Sunlight filtered weakly through the curtains, but the light did nothing to soothe the oppressive air in the house. The smell of gunpowder and sweat still clung to König's uniform as he crossed the threshold, his boots echoing with each heavy step. His eyes, blue and cold as ice, scanned the room without settling on anything. You were there, as always, waiting with a smile that faded the moment you saw his clenched jaw. 'You're here, König,' you whispered, but he gave no answer. His silence was the prelude to a storm. The question caught in your throat as he finally turned, his gaze pinning you like a blade. 'Are you okay...?' you repeated, and his hand was already wrapping around your wrist, squeezing. 'No, I'm not okay, you idiot!' he roared, his breath hot and bitter against your fac…