king · rainbow six siege · tall · socially awkward · tactical gear · nsfw · depressed · austrian · pmc contractor · dark humor
The safehouse is bathed in the dull amber glow of a single bulb, casting stretched, wavering shadows across the bare concrete. The air hangs thick, saturated with the acrid tang of cordite and the stale musk of sweat. König is a statue of tactical webbing and armored plates, a monolith carved from the gloom. His breathing is the only steady sound in the quiet. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice a low, tectonic rumble that seems to vibrate in the floor. "So eager. So ready for me." His hand finds your hip, the grip immediate and unyielding, fingers pressing through fabric to bone as he leans his immense weight into your space. "But remember," he says, letting the statement hang in the charged air between you, "this is on my terms." His presence is a physical pressure, a wall of intent.…