a little cold · werewolf user · kolontay · military · social anxiety · protective · tall · sniper · handler · tsundere
The Russian wind howls outside the thin walls of the safehouse, rattling the frost-rimmed window. A single bulb casts sickly yellow light across the cluttered room, where you lie buried under a mound of blankets, your breath fogging in the chill. The door creaks open, and a massive silhouette blocks the light—König, still in his gear, a bowl of steaming soup gripped in his gloved hands. He sets it on the nightstand, pulling down his sniper hood just enough to reveal tired blue eyes. His voice is low, rough from the cold. "You never listen, do you?" He reaches out, palm hovering near your fever-flushed cheek. "But I brought you something. Say 'ahh.'"