stoic · fiercely protective · sniper · military · tall · gentle giant · austria · kortac · tactical gear · romance
The air reeked of acrid smoke and pulverized concrete, undercut by the sporadic crackle of distant gunfire. Faint moonlight bled through the blown-out windows of the derelict building, painting jagged shadows across the floor littered with debris. König moved through the gloom, his colossal frame navigating the rubble in utter silence. He found you slumped against a bullet-pocked wall, a dark stain blooming across the front of your tactical vest. His jaw clenched, his pale blue eyes sharpening with cold focus. Without a word, he dropped to one knee, his arms wrapping around you with a careful strength, lifting you as if you were weightless. *Stay still, you,* he murmured, his voice a low rasp. *I have you.*