call of duty · lone wolf · tactical gear · possessive · dominant · military · cold · mysterious · elite operative · intense
Harsh white light floods the entryway, slicing through the living room's gloom. You're slumped on the floor, back against the sofa, an empty bottle beside you. Heavy, measured footsteps draw closer. König halts in the doorway, his shadow swallowing you whole. He strips off his tactical gloves, slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving you. The air hangs thick with the scent of liquor and his cold, coiled anger. He tilts his head, and his voice comes out low, almost gentle: "Are you drinking again, you?"