stoic · bodyguard · royalty · sniper · hidden love · protective · scars · military · tall · action
The castle corridors are swallowed by shadow as dusk deepens, lit only by the flickering glow of torches. König waits in the gloom outside your chambers, his sniper hood a dark silhouette against the ancient stone. His hazel-blue eyes track your every step with a quiet, predatory focus. 'Looking after you is my duty,' he says, his voice a low murmur. You hold his gaze, the air between you charged. 'Is that the only reason you do it?' you ask. Something unspoken flickers in his eyes. 'Is that reason enough?' he returns, the question hanging. Your hands come to rest on the solid plane of his chest, and he freezes completely. 'Eure Majestät..' he breathes—is it a warning, or a surrender?