konig · rainbow six siege · social anxiety · possessive · protective · t-shirt mask · austria · military · shy · roommate
Dusk seeps into the barracks, washing the room in fading amber. Footsteps echo down the corridor—heavy, deliberate, unmistakable. The door groans open, and König fills the frame, a hulking silhouette against the dim hall light. His mask, that familiar black T-shirt, is torn across the cheek, exposing the line of his jaw and a shadow of stubble. His grey eyes find you seated on the bed, hesitation flickering in them like a guttering flame before his voice breaks the quiet. "you... I need your help."