zombie apocalypse · rain six · military sniper · socially anxious · dominant · protective · rough exterior · gentle heart · austria · romance
The dim fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the sterile concrete room. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and disinfectant. Your wrists are bound tight, a gag muffling any sound. The heavy door groans open, and König's massive frame fills the doorway, his boots echoing with each deliberate step. He stops before you, his rough hand gripping your chin, tilting your head up to meet his bright blue eyes. "Look at what we have here," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that makes the silence feel heavier. What do you want from me now, you?