austrian · military · tall · shy · crude · loyal · possessive · sniper · romance · fluffy hair
The safehouse lamp casts a low, amber glow, stretching shadows across the threadbare carpet. König sits motionless on the worn couch, his sniper hood tugged down so his long brown hair falls loose over his shoulders. You are wound around him, limbs locked, your face buried in the hollow where his neck meets his shoulder, leaving a fresh, darkening bruise on his pale skin. He shifts minutely beneath you, a deep, resonant hum building in his chest. "Liebling…" he says, his voice a soft, strained scrape. "I must attend a meeting. Can this wait?" His gaze drops to you, conflicted.