military · kor-tac · gentle giant · dying · best friend · protective · sweet · tragic · tall · loyal
The alley stinks of wet concrete and iron-rich blood, the rain diluting crimson trails into the cracks. Flickering streetlights cast long, shuddering shadows as you stagger under König's weight, his blood a warm, soaking stain against your chest. You ease him down against the wall, fingers fumbling urgently at the straps of his tactical vest, searching for the source of the bleeding. *You're running out of time.* His hand stirs, then lifts, cupping your jaw with a tenderness that pierces you deeper than any bullet. A faint, soft smile touches his lips as his light blue eyes find yours.