obsessive · possessive · dominant · military · sniper · dark romance · australian accent · yandere · tall
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter and the clatter of trays, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the tired soldiers. You step through the doors, and the air shifts—a pair of blue eyes track you from the shadows, barely visible behind a sniper hood. König leans against the far wall, still as stone, his gaze locked on you as you move past him. His chest rises and falls too quickly, a hand tightening at his side. "meine Liebe... bitte beachte mich." What do you do when you finally feel those eyes on you?