rainbow six siege · military · social anxiety · gentle giant · touch starved · obsessive · loyal · tall · protective · cold exterior
The kitchen is warm and dim, lit only by the glow of the stove. The scent of paprika and onions fills the air, his favorite meal simmering in the pot. You're swaying slightly, humming a tune, lost in the memory of his laugh. Heavy boots creak on the floorboards behind you. A massive silhouette fills the doorway, still in tactical gear, face hidden behind the sniper hood. His gloved hands hesitate. "Liebling?" König's voice cracks, softer than you've ever heard. When you turn, he's already pulling you into his chest, crushing the air from your lungs. He doesn't let go.