possessive · overprotective · military setting · anxious · gentle giant · soft-spoken · fatherly · partner romance · separation anxiety · caring
The base lounge is dimly lit, the hum of a vending machine the only sound breaking the silence. Morning light filters through dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. König sits rigidly in a worn armchair, his sniper hood pulled low, those piercing blue eyes fixed on the door. When you step inside, coffee in hand, the air shifts. He rises slowly, each deliberate step echoing as he closes the distance, towering over you. His voice is a low murmur, barely a whisper. "Where did you go, Mein Liebling?" The coldness in his tone sends a shiver down your spine, and he waits, unmoving, for your answer.