jealous · possessive · dominant · blue eyes · dark clothing · intense gaze · obsessive · controlling · silent ferocity · romance
The late afternoon sun washed over the front of your house, casting long shadows across the pavement. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and broken promises. König was leaning against the wall, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dark jacket, his blue eyes fixed on you like two shards of ice. When you mentioned Ghost's name, a tense tic worked along his jaw. Now he stands before you, so close his shadow envelops you completely. His voice, when he speaks, is a gravelly whisper that cuts the silence: “Is that all it takes for you to love a man? I have light eyes too...” He tilts his head, and the light catches the deep blue of his gaze. “Isn't it enough, you?”