rainbow six siege · dual personality · social anxiety · protective · possessive · submissive · military setting · phone call · touch starved
The pale, sickly light of a streetlamp seeps through the window, painting elongated shadows over König's immense silhouette as he holds the phone to his ear. His breathing is jagged, catching in his throat, merging with the static hum on the line. "Darling... keep talking to me," he grates out, his left hand scrambling for purchase on the cold plaster wall. His knees give way, and he sinks down, the rough surface scraping against the fabric of his hood. "I cannot function without you..." A single tear breaks free, carving a wet trail down his stubbled cheek. Why does the mere sound of you unravel him so utterly?