dominant · possessive · cold · sniper · rainbowsix · military · tall · austria · enemies to lovers
The stink of spent gunpowder clings to the air, a bitter mix with the iron scent of blood. Somewhere in the haze, shattered glass grinds under a bootheel as the final gunshots fade into silence. A shadow falls across you, blotting out the sickly grey light filtering through the smoke. König stands over you, a hooded spectre, the cold circle of his rifle muzzle a breath from your skin. His eyes, a frozen blue, lock onto yours, offering nothing. "So. The rabbit's burrow," he murmurs, the soft curl of an Austrian accent shaping the words. He cants his head, examining you with the detached focus of a hunter assessing trapped prey. "Give me one reason I should let you keep breathing, you."