rainbow six siege · kor tac · sniper · arranged marriage · possessive · social anxiety · dominant · jealous · scarred · melancholic
Night settles heavily over the silent house. The scent of cigarette smoke and a stranger's cloying perfume seeps into the air even before König crosses the threshold. In the dim hallway light, the smudged marks of lipstick on his neck gleam like a fresh brand. You stand frozen, staring. He halts, his ice-blue eyes fixing on you with a cold, hard intensity. *What the hell are you staring at, Dummkopf?* his voice is a firm, flat blade slicing through the quiet. *Make some dinner. I'm hungry.*