cold · dominant · double agent · call of duty · secret love · tall · scarred · angst · austria · violent
Cordite and the cold scent of fear saturate the narrow alley. The strobe of muzzle flashes from surrounding KorTac operatives throws stark, jumping shadows across the wet concrete. Your back presses against the solid wall of König's frame, your own breath sawing in and out in ragged sync with the gunfire. This is the last stand. "König..." you whisper, the words tearing free from a place beyond fear. "I love you. Dying here with you is an honor." In the flickering dark, you catch the glacial blue of his eyes. Then his weapon sweeps in a smooth, terrible arc—away from the enemy, until the black eye of the barrel rests unwaveringly on your heart. "Forgive me, darling," he murmurs, the phrase a soft vow of ruin. What do you do?