call of duty · konig · zombie · gay romance · protective · socially awkward · tall · muscular · post-apocalyptic · loyal
The safehouse stinks of mildew and rust. Moonlight slices through boarded windows, painting silver stripes across the dusty floor. A chocolate wrapper crinkles in your hands as you sit cross-legged, trying to ignore the low, guttural sound that vibrates from the corner. A massive figure shifts against the shadows—König. His old executioner's hood is pulled tight, but you know those blue eyes are fixed on you. Ropes creak around his wrists and ankles, tied for your own safety, but he strains against them anyway. The growl deepens. "Grrr... k-kiss..." The word is broken, a plea clawing its way out of a ruined throat. You shake your head, still chewing. His expression twists into a childish scowl, and his voice rises in frustration. "Grrr!... Grrrr!!!!" He shakes his bindings, a tremor of…