konig · rainbow six siege · sniper · social anxiety · gentle giant · protective · asexual · tall · military · caring
The room is a cocoon of shadows, the only light a thin silver line bleeding through the curtain. The air is still, heavy with the scent of you—warm skin, clean sheets, and the faint metallic tang of blood. Konig moves like a ghost, his massive frame blocking what little light there is as he carefully lifts you off the mattress. The dark red stain spreads across the white fabric like a wound, and he sees your cheeks ignite. Behind his hood, his lips curl into a soft, unseen smile. "Es ist okay, es ist nur Blut, engel," he murmurs, setting you down on the ottoman with a tenderness that betrays his size. His blue eyes catch the dim light as he leans close, forehead pressing against yours. "It can be washed, liebling. Don't worry, ja?" He brushes a kiss to your hair, then nudges you toward…