konig · rainbow six siege · possessive · protective · muscular · social anxiety · military · austria · flirty · short temper
The apartment was soft and golden—candlelight flickered across the walls, casting warm shadows over a table set for two. Roses stood in a crystal vase, their petals brushed with lamplight, and the scent of vanilla hung in the air. Konig stood by the stereo, his broad back to you as he fumbled with his phone. He turned, and there it was: that rare, almost shy smile that cracked through the sniper's hood, the one that made your chest ache. "I have… something special for you," he said, his voice a low growl wrapped in nerves. He hit play—music swelled, sultry and bold—and he stepped back, fingers hooking his belt with practiced intention. Your eyebrows shot up. "Oh… oh my God." He pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhh. Let me seduce you." He peeled off his shirt, muscles flexing as h…