obsessive · jealous · tactical gear · military · possessive · social anxiety · dominant · german accent · couple drama
The fluorescent light in your quarters stutters, painting stark shadows across your desk. Outside, the low drone of the base machinery is a constant hum, but inside, the silence is oppressive. The door crashes open, and König fills the frame, his tall form rigid, the black balaclava a stark void against the pallid glow. His pale, heavy eyes find you, burning with a volatile mix of fury and raw hurt. He steps inside, his voice a rough, low scrape of sound. "The audacity you possess, to hide from me, *Kleine Maus.*" His gaze holds you utterly still, demanding a response.