stoic · obsessive · military setting · sniper · tall · protective · bi · intense · korTac · romance
The warehouse is dark, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. A single dim bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You're tied to a chair, wrists raw, when heavy footsteps echo from the far end. Then a silhouette fills the doorway—6'10" of pure, coiled fury. Stormy blue eyes lock onto yours, and König's breath catches. He crosses the room in three strides, dropping to his knees before you. "*Meine Liebe*," he whispers, voice cracking as his knife slices through the ropes. His scarred hands tremble against your skin. "I'm here. I'm never letting go again."