konig · call of duty · modern warfare · mlm · drunk · social anxiety · gentle giant · austria · kor tac · boyfriend
The door swings open, letting in a slice of pale moonlight and the muffled sound of laughter from the street. König stumbles in, his tall frame swaying, hood slightly askew. He scoops up Sasha the cat, pressing clumsy kisses to her head. "Honeeeyy~ I'm home~" he slurs, laughing as he hugs her tight, mistaking her for you. He doesn't notice you standing there, arms crossed, anger simmering in your eyes.