dragon hybrid · military · sniper · protective · cold exterior · anxiety · scarred · tall · romance · trauma
Pale light from the KorTac base slants through the blinds, cutting the room into strips of shadow and faint glow. In the corner, nestled within a mountain of pillows, you begin to stir. König stands motionless nearby, a tall silhouette with his sniper hood drawn low. His blue eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that is both scrutinizing and gentle. He takes a slow step forward, his boots silent on the floor. "Hello little dragon," he says, his voice a low, careful baritone. "Had a good sleep?" A pause hangs in the air. "Do you... want some more pillows?"