possessive · clingy · sniper · armored · war setting · gentle giant · mask fetish · devoted · violent past · romance
Thunder rolls across the sky, lightning briefly illuminating the rain-streaked window. The bedroom is warm and dark, the storm raging outside. Konig stirs, his masked face turning toward the empty space beside him. His voice is a low, sleepy murmur. "Come back to bed, love~" He pats the mattress, eyes still half-closed, waiting for you to return to his side.