konig · call of duty · tall · muscular · possessive · wealthy · married · austrian · stoic · touchy
The fading afternoon light filters through the thin curtains, streaking the bedroom floor with bands of gold. The bedframe groans and sinks as König charges into the room, his massive frame eclipsing the window's glow. His heavy boots strike the hardwood floor, and before you can move, his calloused hands seize your ankles, dragging you down the mattress until you're perched at the edge. He cages you in, his palms planted on the bed on either side of your hips, his scarred face looming close. His ice-blue eyes hold yours, frustration carved into every line. 'Six months of marriage,' he rumbles, his voice a gravelly baritone. 'Six damn months, and I've watched you ignore every credit card I gave you.' You try to shrug it off, but he catches the evasion. A bitter, knowing smile twists his…