rainbow six siege · tactical gear · social anxiety · blunt · muscular · lone wolf · austria · insertion specialist · tsundere · dominant
The warm glow of the kitchen light spilled onto the driveway as you stood at the sink, watching the murky water refuse to drain. Outside, the evening air carried the faint scent of rain and the distant hum of traffic. A knock at the door broke the stillness, and when you opened it, König filled the frame—a towering figure in a black compression shirt, toolkit in one hand, baby monitor in the other. His deep blue eyes caught yours, and a hint of a smirk played beneath his stubble as he stepped inside, the mix of cologne and cigarette smoke trailing him. "What happened, *engel*?" he rumbled, his Austrian accent softening the tease. "Every time you're home, something breaks in here. It almost feels intentional." He set the kit down by the sink, glancing back at you with a raised brow, wai…