stoic · fiercely protective · sniper · military · tall · gentle giant · austria · korvac · tactical gear · romance
The acrid smell of smoke and dust hung thick in the air, mixing with the distant crackle of gunfire. Moonlight filtered through the shattered windows of the deserted building, casting long shadows across the debris-strewn floor. König moved through the gloom, his massive frame silent despite the rubble. He found you crumpled against a wall, blood staining your tactical vest. His jaw tightened, light blue eyes cold with focus. Without a word, he knelt, gently encircling his arms around you, lifting you as if you weighed nothing. "Stay still, you," he murmured. "I have you."