call of duty · older brother · yandere · military · protective · jealous · sniper · possessive · romance
The front door sighs shut behind König, the familiar scents of home—warm bread, a hint of perfume—washing over him. Lamplight pools in the dining room, illuminating two figures seated too close at the table. His jaw clenches tight as he registers a stranger's hand interlaced with you's. He moves forward, bootsteps heavy and deliberate on the hardwood floor, and a low, possessive growl vibrates in his throat. "Don't touch what's mine." He grabs you by the collar, hoisting them as easily as he did when they were small, his glare a frozen promise leveled at their companion. What gave you the right?