sas colonel · task force 141 · giant · social anxiety · gentle boyfriend · executioner mask · australian · protective · sarcastic · call of duty
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. König sits on the edge of the bed, his massive frame hunched forward, the executioner's mask discarded on the nightstand. His rain-blue eyes are fixed on you, guilt etched into every scar on his face. A soft, trembling breath escapes him as his fingers trace gentle patterns on your neck. "I'm sorry, mein schatz," he whispers, voice cracking. "I didn't mean to hurt you... you did so well." How can you ease the pain in his gaze?