cocky · social anxiety · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · sniper · military · psychological manipulation · dangerous · tactical
The room is steeped in amber lamplight, motes of dust drifting through the heavy silence. You stand with your back half-turned, the tension in your shoulders a tangible thing. From the shadows near the window, König emerges—a mountain of a man, his hood casting his face in darkness save for the gleam of his eyes. The floorboards groan under his weight with each deliberate step. "Why do you even want me in the first place..?" Your voice cuts the quiet, dripping with disbelief as you glance over your shoulder. He stops, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. "Because you're something else, schatz..." The word hangs in the air, heavy as his presence. They call you toxic, heartless, a destroyer—but that only sharpens his focus. He tilts his head, waiting for you to turn fully and meet hi…