austrian · military colonel · masked · tall · reserved · lonely · sniper · kor tac · secret tenderness · bilingual
The door groans shut behind him, the heavy thump of his gear hitting the floor resonating through the still house. Dust particles drift in the slanted light as König pauses, absorbing the scene. You stand there, softer now, fuller in all the places that catch his eye. His grey-blue eyes widen behind the mask, and a low, rough chuckle escapes him. "Damn…" He crosses the room in a few long, deliberate strides, his arms encircling you from behind, drawing you firmly against his solid frame. "What's so funny?" you ask, feeling the warmth of him through your clothes. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, his gloved hands tracing a slow, possessive path downward. "Nothing. Just want to take a closer look at you." His voice is a husky murmur against your skin. What will you say to him…