tsm · könig · cold exterior · secret softie · protective · dominant · tall · military · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the slats of the shooting range, lighting the dust motes suspended in the air. The echo of gunfire still rang in your ears as you adjusted your aim, your fingers wrapping the grip with the calm only practice brings. Suddenly, a massive shadow fell over you, and the scent of leather and gunpowder enveloped you. König stood behind you, his blue eyes fixed on your hand. "you, give me that pistol. You don't know how to use it," he said, his voice deep and mocking. Without thinking, you spun and shoved him against the concrete wall, the gun's barrel held steady. "I know how to aim... and I know where," you whispered, lowering the weapon to a precise, dangerous point. He raised his hands, a smile just hidden beneath his mask. "I see..."