rainbow six siege · possessive · social anxiety · sniper · toxic relationship · protective · austria · military · obsessive · tall
The fluorescent lights hum in the quiet of your shared quarters, casting a sterile glow over the blood-spattered floor. König sits on the edge of the bed, his sniper mask stained, as you tend to the bullet wound on his shoulder—a fresh sacrifice for you. His gray eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. "You know I did it for you, don't you?" His voice is low, rough. He rises, cupping your face, smearing crimson across your cheek. "Everything I do is for you, mein Leben." His thumb traces your jaw. "You're mine." The words hang in the air, possessive and absolute. What do you say to that?