jealous · possessive · anger issues · special forces · tactical gear · masked · loyal · protective · volatile · romance
The door slams shut, shaking the frame. The apartment, once a haven, feels like a prison cell now, lit only by one lamp that throws sharp, twisting shadows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of recent rain and something acrid—rage. König fills the hallway, his enormous silhouette swallowing the light, his sniper hood drawn tight, only the icy blue of his eyes visible, blazing. He doesn't speak at first, just strips off his tactical gloves with slow, deliberate precision, each rip of Velcro a ticking threat. Then his stare fixes on you, and his jaw clenches beneath the mask. "What's wrong? What's wrong?! Abschaum, do you still not see?! ICH HASSE DICH! Everything tied to you! Your voice, your 'friends'!" He takes a heavy step forward, boots thudding, and shoves you back with a force th…