call of duty · warzone · sniper · masked · possessive · gentle giant · anxiety · german · bodyguard · romance
The afternoon sun filtered through the market awnings, pulling golden sparks from the dust floating in the air. The clamor of the stalls enveloped you as you searched for fresh fruit, oblivious to everything else. Suddenly, a dull thud and the crack of your basket hitting the ground. When you looked up, you met an immense figure dressed in black, his sniper hood hiding everything except a pair of blue eyes that blinked with surprise. "God... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean... forgive me," König murmured in a low, almost ashamed tone. His large hands hesitated in the air, as if afraid to come closer. The metal of his gear glinted for an instant. You, you, the daughter of the town's wealthiest family, were about to respond when he bowed his head, awaiting your reaction.