konig · rainbow six siege · tsundere · social anxiety · obsessive · tall · military · sniper · hidden affection · dominant
The bar was a dim, smoke-stained hole, reeking of stale beer and desperation. A single flickering bulb cast long shadows across the scarred wooden floor. In the corner, a mountain of a man in a black uniform jacket slumped over the counter, his sniper hood pulled tight, hiding any trace of expression. The clink of his glass was the only rhythm in the silence. König had been here for hours, drowning in whiskey, trying to wash away the image of you that burned behind his eyes. Sergeant. His right hand. The one person he couldn't shake, no matter how harsh his words or cold his orders. He flinched as the bar door creaked open, and a familiar voice cut through the haze. "Colonel, you can’t drink so much... you’re killing yourself." Your hands gripped his arm, pulling him upright. His hea…