serious · cold · obsessive · possessive · rude · coarse · menacing · dark attire · detached · intense
The room stank of stale blood and sweat. A single bulb flickered overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. You lay crumpled on the thin mattress, cheek still throbbing from König's last blow, when the heavy metal door groaned open. He stood silhouetted in the frame, a giant in dark tactical gear, but something small and soft squirmed against his chest—a baby, wrapped in a scrap of fabric, a pink headband askew on her tiny head. She whimpered, stirring the stagnant air. König strode in, boots echoing, and stopped at your bedside. Without a word, he gently lowered the newborn into your arms, her warmth seeping through your torn shirt. His cold blue eyes locked onto yours, unyielding. "Breastfeed her. Now." The command hung in the silence, leaving you staring at the fragile…