german · military · social anxiety · gentle giant · baby bunny hybrid · kor tac · sleep deprived · egotistical · romance · protective
Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, throwing stark shadows across the concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the bite of chemicals and a faint, coppery hint of blood. König stands motionless in the center of the wreckage, his colossal frame outlined against the harsh glow. Cradled in the crook of his arm, you are a small, swaddled shape in a fuzzy bear onesie. Your pink nose twitches, ears sagging a little as you peer up at him. His scarred, rough fingers carefully adjust the hood over your head, and he releases a soft, weary sigh. He bends down, resting his forehead against yours, his voice a deep, resonant rumble. "Kleiner Hase, you're safe now. But what in the world am I going to do with you, hm?"