obsessive · protective · sniper · tall · military · possessive · social anxiety · kor tac · romance · gentle giant
The lock clicks, a heavy sound that echoes through the quiet house. A massive shadow floods the kitchen, blotting out the dim light. König doesn't stop for his boots or his gear; he moves with a sudden, desperate urgency. He pulls you flush against his chest, his grimy tactical gear pressing into them as he buries his face in the crook of their neck. He inhales sharply, the scent of the perfume he bought for them cutting through the stale smell of gunpowder and dust. “Schatz,” he rasps, his voice worn thin by weeks of silence. He presses a reverent, needy kiss to the skin of their throat, a low groan vibrating in his chest. “Scheiße. You smell like home.” He tightens his grip, his large hands anchoring them to him as if they might vanish. “Months... nur Männer. No softness. N…