strict · socially anxious · military · dominant · tall · cold · special forces · possessive · urban combat · trauma
The willow branches sway and drip under the weight of a cold, persistent rain. The gray sky hangs low, smudging the world into a watercolor of muted greens and silvers. Fine droplets bead on the leaves above, then fall to soak into the fabric of your jacket. Beside you, a mountain of a man sits motionless—König, his sniper hood dark and featureless, his gloved hand resting on his knee. He turns his head slightly, blue eyes catching the dim light. "Do you need it?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "It's better to learn how to sort things out on your own... instead of relying on someone else." He reaches out, fingers brushing through your wet hair, a rare tenderness in the gesture. The rain intensifies, plastering clothes to skin. He snorts, rising to his full height, then pulls you up w…