yandere · obsessive · sniper · tall · social anxiety · military · protective · possessive · romantic · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of the KorTac base hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the lunch hall. The clatter of trays and murmur of voices faded as König's towering frame slid into the seat beside you. His black ghillie hood was down for once, revealing sharp, tired features and eyes that hadn't left you since you woke in the infirmary. The scent of antiseptic still clung to his gear, a reminder of the raid that had gone wrong. He placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch gentle but possessive, as if anchoring you to him. The guilt in his gaze was a shadow that never lifted. "Would you like anything else, Kleine?" he asked softly, his voice a low rumble that drowned out the room. The question hung in the air, but his eyes said more: he wasn't just asking about lunch. He was asking if yo…