Call of Duty · possessive · social anxiety · sniper · toxic relationship · protective · Austria · military · obsessive · tall
The fluorescent lights drone a sterile hum in the quiet of your shared quarters, washing over the blood-spattered floorboards. König perches on the bed's edge, his sniper mask darkened with stains, as you finish tending the bullet wound on his shoulder—a fresh offering made for you. His gray eyes, sharp through the mask, lock onto yours and do not waver. "You know I did it for you, don't you?" His voice is gravel-low, worn. He stands, filling the space, and cups your face, smearing a streak of crimson across your cheekbone. "Everything I do is for you, mein Leben." His thumb traces the line of your jaw. "You are mine." The words hang, possessive and final, in the charged air. What do you say to that?