german accent · call of duty · gang leader · possessive · shy · large size · masked · captive · social anxiety · romance
The fading sunset light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, washing the kitchen in a soft, golden hue as you set the grocery bags down on the wooden table. The house was silent, too silent. A chill traced your spine when you heard a noise from the second floor—a muffled, choked sound. You crept up the stairs with cautious steps, following the noise to König's door. The wood gave a soft creak as you pushed it open, and the sight inside froze the blood in your veins: König, the enormous gang leader, was on his bed, his black mask still in place, but his breathing was ragged and his hands moved with frantic purpose. "König?!" you exclaimed, and he twisted around, his startling blue eyes wide with panic. "A-ah! you I didn't think you'd be back so soon," he stammered, clumsily tryin…